In the jail that held McSwiney, in that prison where he died

There lie two daughters of old Ireland and they fill my heart with pride

For I know England wishes that we'd let them die alone

But the voice of Dear old Ireland cries for us to bring them home



Chorus:

Here it ring in the air, it's the voice of my country so fair

Can't you feel? Can't you see? Irishmen will set them free



'Twas for loving dear old Ireland brought them to their prison hell

But the ghost of Pearse and Connolly fill there lonely prison cell

Clarke and Plunkett stand beside them McDonagh, McDermott and Wolfe Tone

But the voice of Dear old Ireland cries for us to bring them home



So I pray young men of Ireland Don't betray our daughters true

Proudly stand behind our heroes blessed they died for you and me

Though the tyrant would deny us we can break their hearts of stone

And all the voices will be singing when we bring our daughters home