The One Road
We're on the one road, sharing the one load,
We're on the road to God knows where.
We're on the long road, maybe the wrong road,
But we're together now, who cares.
Northmen, Southmen, comrades all,
Dublin, Belfast, Cork and Donegal.
We're on the one road, singing along,
Singing a soldiers song.
Though we had our quarrels now and then,
Now's the time to make them up again.
Sure, aren't we all Irish anyhow,
And we've got to stick together anyhow.
Tinker, tailor,every mothers son,
Rich man, poor man shouldering a gun.
Butcher, baker, every man in line,
Alltogether like Ould Lang Syne.
Night is darkest just before the dawn,
From the centre, Ireland is born.
Soon will all united Irish men,
Make our land a nation once again.
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