Let Them Hear You

 

And say to those who blame us

For the way we chose to fight
That sometimes there are battles
That are more than black or white...

And I could not put down my sword
When justice was my right
Make them hear you

Go out and tell our story
To your daughters and your sons
Make them hear you
Make them hear you

And tell them, in our struggle
We were not the only ones
Make them hear you
Make them hear you

Your sword can be a sermon
Or the power of the pen
Teach every child to raise his voice
And then, my brothers, then

Will justice be demanded
By ten million righteous men
Make them hear you
When they hear you
I'll be near you
Again

Love is Pleasin'

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain

I wish, I wish I was a youth again

But a youth again I can never be

Till the apples grow on an ivy tree...

And love and porter makes a young man older

And love and whiskey makes him old and grey

And what can't be cured, love, has to be endured, love 

             -the Dubliners