Irish Celebration - Over there

All right, pure delight To see you stand in All your glory.Oh the joys when your boys Hit distant soil.And I hope to try To answer those who criticize you.Lead the sheep in their sleep To slaughter.Wont abide, pushed aside Let me know when youve decided Ill decline when the sign Says over there Your game has a name Force and fury, fact and fiction.Sound the call, and the walls Will tumble.