Gun smoke floats down the blood stained mystic & the shadows climb the wall
Over the bridge rings the echo's crying, the splash of the corpses fall
Will you tell that to their mothers Mickey?
Will you sit and tell them why
Why Charlestown's children sit there wondering who's the next to die?
It's the sound of the gun in the frosty moonlight & the blood stain on your hands
It's the love of the people who hold on tightly who'll fight for the working man?
The dream of the glory, the land of the free
And the promise of a better day
We are the Gael the Irish people, together we will stay.
Is it the code of silence that makes them loyal
Or the shamrocks honour true
The friendships bond of brothers fighting
They all look up to the honour of the gael
Long ago we drift from our hungry island, from our homes and our friends we strayed
The banshee wailed o'er the washed out corpses of the ones who had to stay
A new land a new name, a new suit a new game
In Dixie or Boston town
From the red coat to grey coat it's all just the same, we fought to chop them down.
Is it the code of silence that makes them loyal
Or the shamrocks honour true
The friendships bond of brothers fighting
They all look up to the honour of the gael
Now the years may have parted but feelings remain, the gun is still making the law
For no prayer's yet been answered or old scores settled yet, but our dreams they forever stand tall
In the hour of darkness when lights they go out
And the sun it has gone down
Through the gun fire smoke come the peoples hope
The soldiers from Charlestown.
Is it the code of silence that makes them loyal
Or the shamrocks honour true
The friendships bond of brothers fighting
They all look up to you
Is it the code of silence that makes them loyal
Or the shamrocks honour true
The friendships bond of brothers fighting
They all look up to the honour of the gael
