Take it down from the mast, Irish traitors,
It's the flag we republicans claim,
It can never belong to free staters,
For you've brought on it nothing but shame.

Why not leave it to those who are willing,
To uphold it in war and in peace,
To the men who intend to do killing,
Until England's tyrannies cease.

You have murdered our brave Liam and Rory,
You've slaughtered young Richard and Joe,
Your hands with their blood is still gory,
Fulfilling the work of the foe.

Take me home to Mayo, across the Irish sea
Home to dear old Mayo, where once I roamed so free
Take me home to Mayo, and let my body lie
Home at last in Mayo, beneath the Irish sky.

My name is Michael Gaughan, from Ballina I came
I saw my people sufferin' and I swore to break their chains
I took the boat to England, prepared to fight or die
Far away from Mayo, beneath an Irish sky.

My body cold and hungry, in Parkhurst Jail I lie
For the loving of my country, on hunger strike I'll die
I have just one last longing, I pray you'll not deny
Take my body home to Mayo, beneath the Irish sky

On the outskirts of Europe in the Atlantic so dear
There´s a country called old Ireland that looks like a teddy bear
It´s an island that´s split in two - with a border in her head
Her face and tail are all her own but her brains are foreign land

So its here´s up the rebels get back our teddy´s head
Her face and tail are all her own but her brains are foreign land.

Her face is o'er in Donegal her brains are in Belfast
Her arms outstreched in Galway for the friends that do go past
Her hair is on the North Coast in Derry, Antrim, Down
I am sure this head would be better off without the bloody crown

Her Back Bone´s on the East Coast from Dublin to Dundalk
Her legs and feet in Kerry they have shoes that never walked
Her backside´s from Cork to Wexford her heart is in the Midlands
We´re facing towards America with our ***** to England

So listen proud Brittania to what I say to you
Would you like it if your head was owned by someone quite untrue
And they planted foreign fleas to mix in with your breed
Before another year had passed you´d never know your creed

Here´s to Donegal and her people brave and tall,
Here´s to Antrim, to Leitrim and to Derry,
Here´s to Cavan and to Louth, here´s to Carlow in the South,
Here´s to Longford, to Waterford, and Kerry.

Then clink your glasses, clink,
´Tis a toast for all to drink,
And let every voice join in the chorus,
For Ireland is our home,
And wherever we may roam,
We´ll be true to the dear land that bore us.

Here´s to Tyrone, where O´Neill long held his own,
Here´s to Monaghan, Fermanagh and Kildare, boys!
Here´s to her whose stroke broke the hated Penal yoke,
And you know that´s the brave County Clare, boys.

Here´s to Sligo and to Down, and Armagh of old renown,
Here´s to Kilkenny famed in story;
Here´s to Wexford by the sea, that near set old Ireland free,
And here´s to Royal Meath in all her glory.

Here´s to Galway and Mayo, that never feared a foe,
Here´s to Wicklow, its peaks and its passes;
Here´s to Limerick famed to all for its well-defended wall,
And still more for the beauty of its lasses.

Here´s to gallant Cork, the next county to New York,
Here´s to Roscommon bright and airy,
Here´s to Westmeath, where a tyrant scarce can breathe,
And here´s to unconquered Tipperary.

Queens County too we´ll toast, and Kings for both can boast,
They are spots the invaders got some trouble in!
And now to finish up, fill a bright and brimming cup,
And we´ll drink, boys, to jolly little Dublin!

Saw something in the paper just the other day,
It was all about a band and the music that they play
Black 47 advocates violence,
Musical guerillas in their terrorist alliance
My anger subsided when I realized the source
An English rag and I said "Oh, of course"
It didn't shock me, 'cause my history
Tells me eight centuries of this, see-
Anytime anyone upsets the status quo
You're stabbed in the back by the so-called liberal whores
I know this much, this much I know
people are dying--it's time to go.
It's time to go.

They tell me I don't understand 'cause I'm American
But unlike them, I've been to Northern Ireland
Needless to say, I was not impressed,
To tell you the truth, it left me feeling real depressed.
Soldiers with guns all over the place
Aiming them right at my little kid's face
An innocent child, two years of age,
Don't ask me as to the reason for my rage
They just don't care about over there
When I say something they cry "no fair"
I know this much, this much I know
people are dying---it's time to go.
It's time to go.

I support one thing, that one thing is peace
Peace with justice and the troubles will cease
British rule totally fucked up the place
Treats us like we're an inferior race
Pat and Mike jokes on the BBC
Face it, you're racist, all you're missing are the white sheets
You keep on lying, I won't stop trying
I won't step off 'til my people stop dying
Whether or not you choose to agree
I guess that's why you're called the NME
I know this much, this much I know
people are dying--it's time to go.
It's time to go. Get the fuck out!