Come and sit my little son
Upon your daddy's knee
Your almost ten and your growing up
in a land so wide and free
You asked me just this afternoon
About the land we left far behind
And why we left old Ireland
Why it's always on my mind
Well over here a little boy
Can grow to be a man
Without the ignorance and the fear
That thrives throughout our land
Where little boys just the age of you
Are taught for to k** and to maime
Oh God help them what will they become
In a land that's gone insane
Instead of playing at the ball
They gather in the night
For to play with toys of more deadly fun
Petrol bombs and gelignite
And if men must vent their hatred
Oh why must they teach their sons
To be just like them and hate the same
Our nations' race is run
Jesus said to let all the little
Children come to him
But the devil's got them jumping
And I feel he's bound to win
For everyone there of course is right
And it seems it's just to late
For to save the future you have to save
Little children born of hate