Damo

Oh the boys of Dublin's Donaghmede

Come to hear their boxer sing

To tell the stories of their streets

To quell their suffering

They say let me go another round

And never take it laying down

'Cause in my heart I know

I'm strong enough to grow

Damo sing another song

For all the sons of fisticuffs

For the daughters of the truncheon

Damo sing a song of love

What do I know of Ireland

Except what made it here

Through the ports, into the hills

A whistle and a jig

They worked the fields, they worked the rails

And sang the songs of slaves

To keep the chains from binding on

To keep their bodies brave

Damo sing another song

For all the sons of toil and tug

For the daughters of the weary road

Damo sing a song of love

So gather round and bear this ground

While your brothers sweat and swing

Or hold each other for their life

In their love and in their rage

Sing of tribes and ties that bind

And sing yourself anew

Yeah the Dog of war, Lamb of God

The spirit is in you

Damo sing another song

For all the sons of fisticuffs

For the daughters of the truncheon

Damo sing a song of love

Damo sing another song

For all the sons of toil and tug

For the daughters of the weary road

Damo sing a song of love