I thought of Pearse and Plunkett
Of Connelly and Clarke
Of Queen Vic and of Cromwell
All those names who made their mark
I thought of our Great Famine
The evictions that were made
I thought of our uprisings
And the price that we had paid
I thought of Maggie Tatcher
And the plight of Bobby Sands
I thought then of King Billy
And the hoards of marching bands
I recalled at once the stories
Of the G.P.O. blockade
That Croke Park Bloody Sunday
And the Black ‘n Tan brigade
There are two sides to our history
Some select by a-la-carte
To play the role of underdog
That perfect bleeding heart
But time is the great healer
Lets embrace that ‘quid pro quo’
As I thought about my friendships
With those English that I know
But those thoughts were interrupted
When the band began to play
And I stood to hear ‘God Save the Queen’
In The Hogan Stand that day
The silence it was deafening
From that eighty thousand crowd
We had travelled ‘cross that Rubicon
This was Ireland, I was proud
The Sasanachs were humbled
As we sang our battle cry
Sweet Chariots were silenced
Through The Fields of Athenry
After centuries of oppression
They left Crocker in defeat
We’d evened out the score at last
Our revenge, ‘twas o so sweet.