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letra de who dares to say - the battering ram

who dares to say “forget the past” to men of irish birth?
who dares to say cease fighting for our place upon this earth?
let remembrance be our watchword and our dead we’ll never fail
let their graves be to us as milestones on that blood-soaked one-way trail

remember how owen roe fought, leinster mill beside
no man can say a coward fell when hugh o’donnell died
remember ruth and sarsfield and forget whoever will
that glorious stand at limerick, at k!ll mccadden hill
how emmet’s gallant handful, in historic dublin town
came out to give their challenge to the forces of the crown

and then for a time, ’twas silence, was ireland’s struggle done?
the answer’s in the negative thundered many a fenian gun

and then when england thought she’d won, that we at last were meek
roared forth the glorious challenge of the men of easter week
remember how our soldiers fought the scum of many lands
fought the scum of british prisons and britain’s black and tans
and then, by men we trusted, this land of ours was sold;
they sold their friends to enemies as judas did of old

remember how, in kerry, they butchered our lads like swine
god, think of ballyseedy, where they tied them to a mine
how rory and liam and d-ck and joe, to glut the imperial beast
were murdered while imprisoned on our blessed lady’s feast
how, with overworked revolver, as he dashed from that hotel
roared a rebel’s last defiance as cathal brugha fell
hear we not the voice of connolly, the worker’s soldier friend?
the conquered soul asserts itself and we shall rise again

for freedom, yes, and not to starve, and not for rocks and clay;
but for the lives of ireland’s working class we fight and die today

and what, says cathal brugha, if the last man is on the ground
if he’s lying weak and helpless and his enemies ring him ’round;
if he’s fired his last bullet, if he’s fired his final shot
and they say, “come into the empire.” he should answer, “i will not.”

then back, back to that one-way trail…
“ní síocháin go saoirse!” is the war cry of the gael
while our country stands beside us with the blood of martyrs set
wayside crosses to remind us, who dares to say forget?

while emmet’s tomb is uninscribed, until we our rights assert;
until our country takes her place among the nations of the earth

- the battering ram

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