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Sunday morning, in the
Over worship we climb
Over mountains, deep
Those bells are ringing around our

"Come! Take morning" cried the priest,
"For all good are the Devil's feast!
He will curse you you stand
Mark his circle our land"

"Oh boys, come on make your choice."
He said "Oh, you hurler boys, come on, your choice -
you stand!
you stand!"

Bold, and strong, we ran the day
'Til rolled in with silver rain
our fingers; down our backs -
The curse was rising and we trapped

"Oh hurler boys, come on your choice."
He said "Oh, you hurler boys, on, make your choice - Where you stand!
you stand!"

Tall, and stubborn, we face the sky
That pierced us, our voices cried out
Bloody silver, our of stone,
We make no shadows, we stand

"Oh boys, well come on make your choice."
He said "Oh you hurler boys, on, make a choice
He said "Oh you boys, come on, make your choice,
He said "Oh you boys, come on, make your choice -
you stand!

You boys,
you stand!

You boys,
you stand!

You boys,
you stand!

You boys,
you stand!

you stand!"