Lyrics For What Died the Sons of Róisín - The Dubliners
For
What
Died
the
Sons
of
Róisín,
was
it
fame?
For
What
Died
the
Sons
of
Róisín,
was
it
fame?
For
what
flowed
Irelands
blood
in
rivers
That
began
when
Brian
chased
the
Dane
And
did
not
cease
nor
has
not
ceased
With
the
brave
sons
of
′16
For
what
died
the
sons
of
Róisín,
was
it
fame?
For
What
Died
the
Sons
of
Róisín,
was
it
greed?
For
What
Died
the
Sons
of
Róisín,
was
it
greed?
Was
it
greed
that
drove
Wolfe
Tone
to
a
Paupers
death
in
a
cell
of
cold
wet
stone?
Will
German,
French
or
Dutch
inscribe
the
epitaph
of
Emmet?
When
we
have
sold
enough
of
Ireland
to
be
but
strangers
in
it
For
What
Died
the
Sons
of
Róisín,
was
it
greed?
To
whom
do
we
owe
our
allegiance
today?
To
whom
do
we
owe
our
allegiance
today?
To
those
brave
men
who
fought
and
Died
that
Róisín
live
again
with
pride?
Her
sons
at
home
to
work
and
sing
Her
youth
to
dance
and
make
her
valleys
ring
Or
the
faceless
men
who
for
Mark
and
Dollar
Betray
her
to
the
highest
bidder
To
whom
do
we
owe
our
allegiance
today?
For
what
suffer
our
patriots
today?
For
what
suffer
our
patriots
today?
They
have
a
language
problem,
so
they
say
How
to
write
"No
Trespass"
must
grieve
their
heart
full
sore
We
got
rid
of
one
strange
language
Now
we
are
faced
with
many,
many
more
For
what
suffer
our
patriots
today?
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