Is Mise

(Rise, stand! Is mise hAodha)
(true truth)
Tá sé oiche go hiontach, téigh codlata, bitch
Tá sé oiche go hiontach, téigh codlata, bitch
Conas atá tú, tá mé go maith
Now give us a bualadh bos, a bualadh bos anseo
I'm on the pig's back, ar mhuin na muice
Kneecaps full of grass, trying to find the sliotar
Is maith liom ceol Gaeilge, Same D is ceol Gaeilge, PX is ceol Gaeilge
Let me just take you back
Is mise, is mise, is mise, is mise

In the southwest of Ireland, Limerick city, down the Island
Was a time of survival now and for our ancestors alive then
Some were sent to war, and some were sent to prison
Can you imagine the letters that were lost, out of how many that were written

Young Irish prisoner in prison, who all they have is their letters
Not their choice nor their decision, no, they have to just let her
Let her feel through these words while he's sealed in his world Dreams of being free, being free as a bird
He was denied bail, inside jail, as time snailed on
Sliced so many times, this kid's face is gone
His understanding of the landing has him standing alone
See I've never been to jail, I hope I never have to go

'Cos in the southwest of Ireland, Limerick city, down the Island
Was a time of survival now and for our ancestors alive then
Some were sent to war, and some were sent to prison
Can you imagine the letters that were lost, out of how many that were written

Tá sé oiche go hiontach, téigh codlata, bitch
Tá sé oiche go hiontach, téigh codlata, bitch
Conas atá tú, tá mé go maith
Conas atá tú, tá mé go maith
Conas atá tú, tá mé go maith
Now give us a bualadh bos, a bualadh bos anseo
Now tá sé oiche go hiontach, téigh codlata, bitch
Tá sé oiche go hiontach, téigh codlata, bitch