.They build bombs and aim their pistols in the shadow of the cross
And they swear an oath of vengence to the martyrs they have lost
But they pray for peace on Sunday's with a rosary in each hand
It's long memories and short tempers that have cursed poor Ireland
It's long memories and .
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