Ireland کے بول

Ireland is at war with herself hopeless that i couldn't help when ireland is 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 is at war with herself 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 is at war with herself hopeless cause i couldn't help when ireland is at war with herself