Ireland - MU330

Ireland’s at war with herself

Ireland’s at war with herself

Hopeless that I couldn’t help

When Ireland’s at war with herself

My heart was strong but I was wrong

To think that i could save her

Her head was mixed in politics

And I fell out of favor

There was no trial

No mercy mild

And now I am forever exiled

Ireland’s at war with herself

Ireland’s at war with herself

Hopeless that I couldn’t help

When Ireland’s at war with herself

Yeah!

All the time I spent in Ireland

She never gave a hint of discontent

We used to run through the fields hand in hand

I was her little boy, I was her somewhat bigger man

I pledged my loyalty

I was her patriot

I was her everything that she’d soon forget

Ireland’s at war with herself

Ireland’s at war with herself

Hopeless 'cause I couldn’t help

When Ireland’s at war with herself