It was Sunday Bloody Sunday when they shot the people there, the cries of fourteen martyrs filled the Free Derry air...
Trentotto anni non cancellano il ricordo.
I tuoi esuli parlano lingue straniere, si addormentano soli sognando i tuoi cieli.
Un bicchiere levato al cielo d'Irlanda!
Three leaf shamrock, I adore thee.
Tis all the Heaven I'll ask of God
Upon me dying day:
Me soul to soar forever more
Above ye, Galway Bay.
Erin go brách!