We fought back in the year of the famine
Revenge on the rich by the poor
The sake of our lands and our farms,
Our rights to live on these shores
Well this is the lands of our fathers
We work the land with blood, sweat and tears
Our kinsmen are buried all around us
We have nothing, I wouldn't take another year
I will dance the jig of death in the morning
I will fight for the right to be free
I will dance the jig of death in the morning
As they hang me from the Gallow's Tree
The servant and the troopers came a-calling
To cast us out like vermin in the night
And I watched as my home stood burning round me
But I won't give up my lands without a fight
Well I damn you to hell my loathsome servant
As masters they will drive us from the land
And I swear on this day for retribution
There comes a time when a man must make a stand
I will dance the jig of death in the morning
I will fight for the right to be free
I will dance the jig of death in the morning
As they hang me from the Gallow's Tree
I like to tell the tale of pain and distance
My pistol hanging silent by my side
So let this be a lesson tyrant landlord
As my bullet hit him right between the eyes
So now as I'm stumbling in the Gallow's
And I gaze up and he fires to the sky
Well I'll meet you down in hell my loathsome servant
For my honour and my freedom I must die
I will dance the jig of death in the morning
I will fight for the right to be free
I will dance the jig of death in the morning
As they hang me from the Gallow's Tree
Well I'll fight, fight and die for the honour to be free x4

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