The Lessons of Vinegar Hill, or why we can prevail

The sun was settin' the rocks on fire The fields blisterin' with the heat When the militia came marchin' through our town Knockin' sparks off the little streets The priest watched them from his front door The sweat sparklin' on his skin When they burned his little chapel down He grabbed his missal and his gun I must go down to Wexford town Where the lightnin cracks the air And the people sing of freedom They've banished all despair The coward dies a million times The freeman dies just once So here's to you revolution May your flame keep burnin' 'til We meet our Armageddon Up high on Vinegar Hill