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In a dimly lit room by the smoldering fire

Sat an old man so lonely, so sad, and so tired

Once he struggled for freedom, now he struggles to live

With his few small possessions and his past to relive

There’s a faded old picture on the wall all alone

A dusty old picture, the pride of his home

With a harp and a shamrock, with these words underneath

«Ireland unfree shall never be at peace»

And his thoughts wander back to the days of his prime

Oh it seems now there’s nothing goes faster than time

To his comrades of old, he remembers the day

When he marched behind Pearse, and the bold IRA

There’s a faded old picture on the wall all alone

A dusty old picture, the pride of his home

With a harp and a shamrock, with these words underneath

«Ireland unfree shall never be at peace»

And it’s to Easter week and his thoughts wander back

Oh those leaders of men sure no courage did lack

But now he’s just left with his memories of old

For his name, nor his story will ever be told

There’s a faded old picture on the wall all alone

A dusty old picture, the pride of his home

With a harp and a shamrock, with these words underneath

«Ireland unfree shall never be at peace»

He gazed at the picture and he gave a sad smile

For each wrinkle and line told a struggle of time

Then he gazed once again and his eyes filled with tears

For the man in that picture was his friend Patrick Pearse

There’s a faded old picture on the wall all alone

A dusty old picture, the pride of his home

With a harp and a shamrock, with these words underneath

«Ireland unfree shall never be at peace»

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