The Castlebar Races

do you want freedom
will you let it slip away
will you take a stand with us
today

six thousand men they are coming
from across the cold irish sea
they’re bein’ paid to take all our land
from our kings

do you want freedom

can you see the mist in the meadow
from the rockets they fire our way
on this early mornin’ in august
in seventeen ninety eight

we charged from the flank and the forward
swords up to our good irish sky
with two thousand friends that had joined us
we caught them all by surprise

do you want freedom

have you been to the castlebar races
did you see them running away
we chased them back to the shannon
with their tails between their legs

do you want freedom
will you let it slip away
did you take a stand with us today

do you want freedom