Christy Moore - The Siren's Voice Lyrics




Somalia, Somalia...

She picked up a handful of earth and kissing it, she cried
"The song of our village has come to an end"...

Then she heard the sirens voice
And the sirens voice was singing
Island of the welcomes. One hundred thousand welcomes
Christian holy island. One hundred thousand welcomes
Land of the Holy Fathers. One hundred thousand welcomes
Land of Saints and scholars. One hundred thousand welcomes

Ancient city of the deep lagoon. Céad míle fáilte
Heart of The Rowl. Céad míle fáilte
Dublin city of the rare auld times. Céad míle fáilte
Where the green snot river flows. Céad míle fáilte

Again she heard the sirens voice
And the sirens voice was singing
Black life, white life, pro-life
Black life, white life, pro-life
Black lies, white lies, no life

Again she heard the sirens voice
And the sirens voice was singing
No niggers or knackers or wogs, no refugees
No Día is Muire, sez she
And no divorce in Heaven, sez she, no refugees
Céad míle fáilte
A míle fáilte my arse, sez she
Míle fáilte my arse

Living off our land
Living off our land
Living of our hard earned surplus
Creating housing shortages and unemployment
Living off our land
They're coming here to save us
Saving the white babies
They're coming here to save us
Saving white babies souls
The sirens voice was heard





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