The Sirens Voice - Christy Moore

She picked up a handful of earth and kissing it, she cried

«The song of our village has come to an end»…

Then she heard the sirens voice

And the sirens voice was singing

Island of the welcomes.

One hundred thousand welcomes

Christian holy island.

One hundred thousand welcomes

Land of the Holy Fathers.

One hundred thousand welcomes

Land of Saints and scholars.

One hundred thousand welcomes

Ancient city of the deep lagoon.

Céad míle fáilte

Heart of The Rowl.

Céad míle fáilte

Dublin city of the rare auld times.

Céad míle fáilte

Where the green snot river flows.

Céad míle fáilte

Again she heard the sirens voice

And the sirens voice was singing

Black life, white life, pro-life

Black life, white life, pro-life

Black lies, white lies, no life

Again she heard the sirens voice

And the sirens voice was singing

No niggers or knackers or wogs, no refugees

No Día is Muire, sez she

And no divorce in Heaven, sez she, no refugees

Céad míle fáilte

A míle fáilte my arse, sez she

Míle fáilte my arse

Living off our land

Living off our land

Living of our hard earned surplus

Creating housing shortages and unemployment

Living off our land

They’re coming here to save us

Saving the white babies

They’re coming here to save us

Saving white babies souls

The sirens voice was heard