Ireland Unfree (Shall Never Be at Peace) - The Wolfe Tones

In a dimly lit room

By the smauldering fire

Sat an old man so lonely

So sad and so tired

Once he struggled for freedom

Now he struggles to live

With his few small possessions

And his past to relieve

There's a faded old picture

On the wall all alone

A dusty old picture

The pride of his home

With a harp and a shamrock

With these words underneath

Ireland unfree shall never be at peace

And his thoughts wander back to the days of his prime

Oh it seems now there's nothing goes faster than time

To his comrades of old he remembers the day

When he marched behind pearse and the bold ira

There's a faded old picture on the wall all alone

A dusty old picture the pride of his home

With a harp and a shamrock with these words underneath

Ireland unfree shall never be at peace

And it's to easter week and his thoughts wander back

Oh those leaders of men sure no courage did lack

But now he's just left with his memories of old

For his name nor his story will ever be told

There's a faded old picture on the wall all alone

A dusty old picture the pride of his home

With a harp and a shamrock with these words underneath

Ireland unfree shall never be at peace

He gazed at the picture and he gave a sad smile

For each wrinkle and line told a struggle of time

Then he gazed once again and his eyes filled with tears

For the man in that picture was his friend patrick pearse

There's a faded old picture on the wall all alone

A dusty old picture the pride of his home

With a harp and a shamrock with these words underneath

Ireland unfree shall never be at peace