Letras
Beneath the shadow of old Dublin's spires
Our brothers sleep where the cold wind conspires
In tents of sorrow,on streets of stone
The Irish heart is left to roam
Our sons and daughters,with dreams in their eyes
Sent off to Sydney,where hope never dies
While strangers land on our emerald shore
Are handed keys to a warm,open door
Oh,Charity begins at home,they said
But our own are left with a cardboard bed
The Gael grows weary,the Clann's been betrayed
By a government's hand that's turned and strayed
Rise up,old Ireland,let the fire be fanned
For the soul of our people,for the heart of our land
The tax we pay builds homes for the new
While our kin in the shadows are forced to make do
Back to their mothers,or far o'er the sea
Our young are exiled,no home can they see
The Gael once stood with a warrior's pride
Now we're cast to the margins,with nowhere to hide
Our government turns,with a cold,callous grin
Forgetting the Clann where their power begins
Oh,Charity begins at home,they said
But our own are left with a cardboard bed
The Gael grows weary,the Clann's been betrayed
By a government's hand that's turned and strayed
Rise up,old Ireland,let the fire be fanned
For the soul of our people,for the heart of our land
Oh,hear the ghosts of our fathers cry
From the hills of Kerry to the Liffey's sigh
They fought for freedom,for hearth and for kin
Yet our own are forsaken—where do we begin?
The Clann will rise,with a fire in our core
We'll take back our home,we'll be voiceless no more!
For every tent pitched,for every soul lost
We'll storm the Dáil 'til they carry our cross
But in the darkness,a spark still remains
The blood of the Gael runs wild in our veins
From Connemara to the streets of Belfast
We'll weave our future with threads of the past
No more shall our young sail far from this shore
No more shall our homeless be forced out the door
The Clann will stand,with our fists to the sky
For Ireland's own,we'll no longer comply
Oh,Charity begins at home,they said