Freedom’s Sons
Tommy MakemAt Easter time, nineteen-sixteen
When flowers bloomed and leaves were green
There dawned a day when freedom’s cry
Called out brave men to fight and die
They were the men with a vision, the men with a cause
The men who defied their oppressor’s laws
The men who traded their chains for guns
Born into slav’ry, they were Freedom’s Sons
In Dublin town, they fought and died
With Pearse, McDermott and McBride
“Ourselves alone!” their battle cry
And freedom sang to the Easter sky
They were the men with a vision, the men with a cause
The men who defied their oppressor’s laws
The men who traded their chains for guns
Born into slav’ry, they were Freedom’s Sons
A poet’s dream had sparked a flame
A raging fire, it soon became
And from that fire of destiny
There rose a nation proud and free
They were the men with a vision, the men with a cause
The men who defied their oppressor’s laws
The men who traded their chains for guns
Born into slav’ry, they were Freedom’s Sons
Six counties are in bondage still
They died brave men, was this their will?
When they are free and oppressions cease
Only then brave men can rest in peace
They were the men with a vision, the men with a cause
The men who defied their oppressor’s laws
The men who traded their chains for guns
Born into slav’ry, they were Freedom’s Sons