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Got a buddy in najaf, he’s playing it straight
Prays to the lord jesus christ every night
Got a homey in samarra goin’ up the wall
Every time he hear an islamic prayer call
Me, i don’t care much for jesus or mohammed
They don’t stop bullets to the best of my knowledge
Later for the both of you, catch you in eternity
Hopefully, towards the end of this century

Marchin' down O'Connell Street with the Starry Plough on high
There goes the Citizen Army with their fists raised in the sky
Leading them is a mighty man with a mad rage in his eye
My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die

But to fight for the rights of the working man, the small farmer too
Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws
So hold on to your rifles, boys, don't give up your dreams

Mo chara is mo lao thu!
(My friend and my calf)
Is aisling trí néallaibh
(A vision in dream)
Do deineadh aréir dom
(Was revealed to me last night)
IgCorcaigh go déanach
(In Cork, a late hour)