MOTHERS

MOTHERS, PRAY FOR THE OTHERS, THE FATHERS AND BROTHERS WE WON'T SEE AGAIN
CHARTED, CHRONICLES STARTED SO THOSE NOW DEPARTED DID NOT DIE IN VAIN

FLEEING THEIR HOMELAND BEFORE THEY WERE DEAD
BUT THEY CARRIED THE SHAMROCK ON EVERY TIDE
EVEN TODAY THERE IS BLOOD STILL SHED
WILL THE GHOSTS OF FIANNA CONTINUE TO HIDE

SISTERS, LADIES AND MISTERS, ANSWER IN WHISPERS WHERE'S BRIAN THE GREAT
WHERE IS THE BEAUTY THAT WAS THINE WHERE ARE THE PRINCES AND NOBLES THAT SATE

THEY ARE GONE TOO, ALL THOSE HEROES OF ROYAL BIRTH
WHO PLUNDERED NO CHURCHES AND WHO BROKE NO TRUST
'TIS WEARY FOR ME TO BE LIVING ON EARTH
WHEN THEY OH KINCORA LIE LOW IN THE DUST

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