They Wounded Old Ireland Lyrics - Andy M. Stewart

Come gather 'round you freeborn men 

And draw your chairs to mine. 

And I'll tell you of my country, 

That you might understand. 

And of the English armies, 

That marched in for to stay. 

Oh that night they wounded Old Ireland, 

And she's bleeding to this day. 

Their dogs of war were loosed to run 

And hunt the rebels down 

They hoped to rule this land by fear 

And hold it for the Crown 

But a mighty thought was born in Men 

When they killed James Connolly 

Oh that night they wounded Old Ireland 

And she's bleeding to this day. 

The Border lies like an open wound 

That only love can heal 

For bitterness and cruelty 

They will never close the weal 

The mean of vision built a dream 

Which the blind men stole away 

Ah that night they wounded old Ireland 

And she's bleeding to this day. 

My heart it holds a vision clear 

That thousands more can see 

Of Ireland free from hatred 

And death and bigotry 

Where Irishman to Irishman 

Can in friends clasp a hand 

If we banish fright from the Ulster night 

Then we'll free Old Ireland.