Old Season Meet Me On The Battlefield
On the battlefield slain, ours sons of Erin
Through the battlefield's pain, our sons of Erin
The earth will bleed the blood of your king
To a river carved deep by the sword of a Fiann
For our freedom this our plight
This land of life and dreams
Regal martinets march
To rot us at the seams
Course their warships towards the shore
Prepare tools of death
Await the dawn
Vigilant stalk as the waves draw them near
For our freedom this our plight
This land of life and dreams
Regal martinets march
To rot us at the seams
Meet me on the battlefield
My sons of Erin
So many times has our soil been drenched in blood
So many lives has this blood drenched soil engulfed
For the freedom this our plight
This land of life and dreams
Meet me on the battlefield
