Men and boys of every age came down to take a stand
Led by women proud and strong, they called a doom and a bann
And on the day the good Lord rose to save us from our sins
We stood as one, our hearts combined, let liberty begin
And the shells that go above our heads, the bullets they pass us by
And practicing peace, we stood in strife, said liberty or die
For centuries they held us down, but change was coming fast
England were distracted by the wars in Belgium and France
We called on those sick heroes from 1798
When Wolfe Tone and McCracken, they died for an Irish state
And the shells that go above our heads, the bullets they pass us by
And practicing peace, we stood in strife, said liberty or die
And the shells that go above our heads, the bullets they pass us by
They brought these sixteen thousand men, they virtually wore us down
They took our leaders, all sixteen, who taught and fought and bled
They lined them up on the barracks wall, shot them in the head
And the shells that go on above our heads
The bullets they burst and fly
And patching pieces to these grounds
And letting it go by
Fuck the crown of William Low
And fuck the black and tans
If England hadn't thieved our land
We wouldn't be taking this down
For centuries we've been shot on
Controlled and beaten down
But here we are, we take our stand
Right here in Dublin town
And the shells that go on above our heads
The bullets they blast and fly
And patching pieces to these grounds
And letting it go by
They shot for Patrick Kelly
And left him in the cold
He died crying for his mother
He was only ten years old
Led by women proud and strong, they called a doom and a bann
And on the day the good Lord rose to save us from our sins
We stood as one, our hearts combined, let liberty begin
And the shells that go above our heads, the bullets they pass us by
And practicing peace, we stood in strife, said liberty or die
For centuries they held us down, but change was coming fast
England were distracted by the wars in Belgium and France
We called on those sick heroes from 1798
When Wolfe Tone and McCracken, they died for an Irish state
And the shells that go above our heads, the bullets they pass us by
And practicing peace, we stood in strife, said liberty or die
And the shells that go above our heads, the bullets they pass us by
They brought these sixteen thousand men, they virtually wore us down
They took our leaders, all sixteen, who taught and fought and bled
They lined them up on the barracks wall, shot them in the head
And the shells that go on above our heads
The bullets they burst and fly
And patching pieces to these grounds
And letting it go by
Fuck the crown of William Low
And fuck the black and tans
If England hadn't thieved our land
We wouldn't be taking this down
For centuries we've been shot on
Controlled and beaten down
But here we are, we take our stand
Right here in Dublin town
And the shells that go on above our heads
The bullets they blast and fly
And patching pieces to these grounds
And letting it go by
They shot for Patrick Kelly
And left him in the cold
He died crying for his mother
He was only ten years old
Contributed by Dq82 - 2025/8/17 - 20:57
×
![]()
Note for non-Italian users: Sorry, though the interface of this website is translated into English, most commentaries and biographies are in Italian and/or in other languages like French, German, Spanish, Russian etc.
The song Easter was written in mid-2024, and we first rehearsed it by the beach in Wye River, on the southern coast of Australia, where we spent the weekend together playing new songs and hanging out at the Wye River pub. Easter is a narrative song that tells the story of the Easter Uprising in Dublin in 1916. The lyrics encompasses the memories of those actually involved. The background is that Ireland was tired of British rule, brutal oppression and broken promises of home-rule, and while England were engaged with the First World War, Ireland took its chance at becoming sovereign. The uprising was defeated after a week with the leaders being executed and many others imprisoned, but these brave Irish women and men pathed the way for the republic of Ireland a number of years later. This song continues to tell their stories, and pays respect to their bravery that has impacted the generations after them. May they never be forgotten.
NEW SINGLE: MADIGAN’S WAKE – Easter Uprising (2025)