They Put the Flag a-Flyin'

There's a story to be told
of those who dared to ask the question,
"After seven hundred years
are we the generation?"

Let the winds of freedom blow.

From the townlands and the fields
came Volunteers to bravely challenge
The mighty chains of bondage,
and then paid the price to break them.

Let the winds of freedom blow
and bring peace to all the island
From Roscommon's rolling hills
through the four green fields of Ireland.
Let them blow, forever blow.

What they won and what they lost
is somehow cloaked in mystery,
While the echoes of their footsteps
ring down the halls of history.

Let the winds of freedom blow
and bring peace to all the island
From Roscommon's rolling hills
through the four green fields of Ireland.
Let them blow, forever blow.

Now their days have come and gone
yet their spirit's still survivin'.
You can see it in the flutter
of the flag they put a flyin'.

Let the winds of freedom blow
and bring peace to all the island
From Roscommon's rolling hills
through the four green fields of Ireland.
Let them blow, forever blow.