Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Ireland Unfree 
In a dimly lit room by the smouldering fire Sat an old man so lonely so sad and so tired Once he struggled for freedom, now he struggles to live With his few small possessions and his past to relive 
There´s a faded old picture on the wall all alone A dusty old picture, the pride of his home With a harp and a shamrock with these words underneath "Ireland unfree shall never be at peace" 
And his thoughts wander back to the days of his prime Oh it seems now there´s nothing goes faster than time To his comrades of old he remembers the day When he marched behind Pearse and the bold IRA 
And it´s to Easter week and his thoughts wander back Oh those leaders of men sure no courage did lack But now he´s just left with his memories of old For his name nor his story will never be told 
He gazed at that picture and gave a sad smile For each wrinkle and line told the struggle of time Then he gazed once again and his eyes filled with tears For the man in that picture was his friend Padraic Pearse