William said to James, I’ll meet you on the plains
By the Boyne we’ll settle old scores ,
Year after year his ghost still appears
Three hundred summers and more
With god on our side and a whistle and a drum
Waring the enemy down
I wish we’d just walk
I wish we could talk
And March be a month of the year

All our hero’s reborn to be murdered in song
Painted on the end of our streets ,
You blame the Red Hand for taking your Sands
There’s A high tide a coming
Singing Rise up Rise up,,,,,
In the name of Pearce and Connolly
Choking the dove
Killing for Love
To honor a memory

I’m lying bare , How I miss your warmth in my bed
Oh Rosemary ,how I long to be lying in your arms tonight.

The nights been so long
I’m faced with the dawn
A flicker of light to appear.
I hear her sigh, her sweet scented breath
Whisper so soft through her tears
Be Patrick’s flame, Burning on the hill
We’re all one and the same
And when the song that is sung
Will hurt no-one
That’s when our day will come

Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me,
Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ on my right, Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit down, Christ when I arise,
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.

All recordings

The Landing The Landing Single, 2016, Michael Brunnock
The Ghost of Roger Casement The Ghost of Roger Casement Single, 2016, Michael Brunnock
Live in New York Live in New York CD, 2015, Michael Brunnock

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