paroles de chanson Fair Ireland - Peter, Paul and Mary
They
build
bombs
and
aim
their
pistols
in
the
shadow
of
the
cross
And
they
swear
an
oath
of
vengeance
to
the
martyrs
they
have
lost
But
they
pray
for
peace
on
Sundays
with
a
rosary
in
each
hand
It's
long
memories
and
short
tempers
that
have
cursed
poor
Ireland
It's
long
memories
and
short
tempers
that
have
cursed
poor
Ireland
We
have
cousins
on
the
old
sod
and
we
don't
forget
our
kin
From
Boston
we
send
more
guns
and
we
tell
them
they
can
win
Then
we
turn
back
to
our
green
beer
and
to
MacNamara's
Band
It's
true
friends
with
false
perceptions
that
have
cursed
poor
Ireland
True
friends
with
false
perceptions
that
have
cursed
poor
Ireland
They
weave
tales
of
wit
and
magic
and
their
songs
are
strong
and
free
But
they
fail
to
hear
each
other,
prisoners
of
history
Orange
flags
wave
for
the
British
to
greet
the
army's
clicking
heel
And
Irish
curse
their
Irish
brother
for
the
altar
where
they
kneel
And
now
provoked
to
greater
anger
by
the
distant
royal
hand
It's
old
hatreds
and
young
victims
that
have
cursed
poor
Ireland
Old
hatreds
and
young
victims
that
have
cursed
poor
Ireland
So
we're
left
with
retribution
it's
the
cycle
of
the
damned
And
the
hope
becomes
more
distant
as
the
flames
of
hate
are
fanned
Who
will
listen
to
the
children
for
they're
taught
to
take
their
stand
They
say
love
and
true
forgiveness
can
still
heal
fair
Ireland
They
say
love
and
true
forgiveness
can
still
heal
fair
Ireland
Only
love
and
real
forgiveness
can
still
heal
fair
Ireland
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1 All Mixed Up
2 It Ain't Me Babe
3 Golden Vanity
4 Listen, Mr. Bilbo (Mr. Bigot)
5 No Man's Land
6 Danny's Downs
7 With Your Face To The Wind (Harriet's Song)
8 Yuppies In The Sky
9 Coming of the Roads
10 Dodi Li
11 The Love In You
12 Fair Ireland
13 The Last Thing On My Mind
14 I Shall Be Released
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