Oh it must be so romantic
  When the fighting's over there
  And they're passing round the shamrock
  And you're all filled up with tears
  "For the love of dear old Ireland"
  That you've never even seen
  You throw in twenty dollars
  And sing "Wearing of the Green
    [Chorus:]
  Each dollar a bullet
  Each victim someone's son
  And Americans kill Irishmen
  As surely
  As if they fired the gun
    Now you've never stood on Belfast's streets
  And heard the bombs explode
  Or hid beneath the blankets
  When there's riots down the road
  No you've never had your best friend die
  Or lost a favorite son
  But you'll stand there and tell us
  Just what we're doing wrong
    Each false word a bullet
  Each victim someone's son
  And Englishmen kill Irishmen
  As surely
  As if they fired the gun
    From the minute that you're born you're told
  To hate the other side
  "They're not like us, they're not the same
  We know because we're right"
  But can't you see we're all the same
  There is no right and wrong
  Why can't we stop and realize
  Just what we're doing wrong
  We've hated too much too long
    Each old lie a bullet
  Each victim someone's son
  And Irishmen kill Irishmen
  As surely
  As if they fired the gun
    How can you convince yourself
  That what you do is right?
  When people are dying there
  Night after night
  Don't you ever wonder
  Why it still goes on?
  The hopes and fears and all the tears
  Are buried in your ground
  Buried in your ground
    Each rumour a bullet
  Each victim someone's son
  And careless talk kills Irishmen
  As surely
  As if words fired the gun
    Well it's lasted for so long now
  And so many have died
  It's such a part of my own life
  Yet it leaves me mystified
  How a people so intelligent
  Friendly, kind and brave
  Can throw themselves so willingly
  Into an open grave
    Each new day a bullet
  Each victim someone's son
  And ignorance kills Irishmen
  As surely
  As if we fired the gun