Kids wear white garters, and smell like their mothers
Whose husbands and fathers alike
Drink black beer in the same public houses
Smelling of smoke and strong whiskey.

Mammies and daddies, skipping ropes
Lectures from priests, living in hope
That they've not mistaken the brand of their coats
They've paid for by spiritual teachings.

busy year this, [bad word] red
How many sent to their nuptial bed
How many sent home to a winter of graves
How many wait in for the slaughter.
 [bad word] 
Oh, oh, the holy ground
Céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see
Oh, oh, the holy ground
Faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be

It's Easter again, and we cannot forget
Our brothers and sisters and all that was said
So practice your pipes, stand proud in the wet.
For the eyes of the world are upon you.

Kelly's seventeen and he thinks he's a man
Who stands on the street with a gun in his hand
He's protecting the pipers that play in the band
While the enemy waits with an army.

Dia le hÉireann, suckle the empire.
Dia le hÉireann, suffer the loss.
Of the green and the blue while the media feeds
On the blood and the pain and the hatred.
 [bad word] 
God in his mercy has given us men
To lead us to peace but they can't bring an end
To the profits that pay off the lease on the land
We're still sending them over the water

Father walks home on a colorless night
The organization has blinded his sight
His wife and his kids are sleeping tonight
In the arms of sweet Jesus and Mary.
 [bad word] 
Kids wear white garters, and smell like their mothers
Whose husbands and fathers alike
Drink black beer in the same public houses
Smelling of smoke and strong whiskey.(x2)