Bionn dha insint ar sceal agus dha leagan deag ar amhran

 

There are two sides for every story, and at least twelve versions of every song

Happy Are the Dead

the men drank punch this morning to start the daily bend
and the guns will come this morning and if not, this ain't the end
so forget the huns and their big guns and don't you dare run
now ignore our mothers sighs 'cause this time we're gonna win

after all the wars and all the gore there's nothing left for them
so we'll sing and dance and run and say "happy are the dead, O happy are the dead"

well the guns didn't come next morning but we went and pressed ahead
so the young and brave died, those who pushed still live
then they mourned the loss and then forgot and now they press ahead
like they give a toss, why bother talk, lets bomb the bars instead

after all the wars and all the gore there's nothing left for them
so we'll sing and dance and run and say "happy are the dead, O happy are the dead"

so the men drank punch this morning to recover from their bend
with the young and brave lost they went off to find who's next
with the bars all bombed and lives all lost when will this ever end
so watch the mothers sigh as it all begins again

after all the wars and all the gore there's nothing left for them
so we'll sing and dance and run and say "happy are the dead, O happy are the dead"