Some deserve to be remembered, for the good that they have done.
Some deserve to be remembered, for their passion and their love.

Some deserve to be forgotten, for the killing they have done.
Murdering fathers and their wives, murdering daughters and their sons.

There’s no such thing as right or wrong, for men hell bent on making war.
Politicians can’t explain, what all the killing has been for.

Close the mouths of those, whose lips, preach bitterness, distrust and hate
For culture steeped in bigotry, can’t be part of Ireland’s fate

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Stamp out the fires of hatred, we don’t want their flames near,
So, throw away your guns and bombs, the time for peace is here.
Stamp out the fires of hatred, we don’t want their flames near,
So, throw away your guns and bombs, the time for peace is here.

Whatever your cause or staunch belief, let all the death and bloodshed cease.
Where’s the sense in fighting on, when we just need to live in peace.

Open up their ears to hear, the voice of folk like you and me,
Who only want to see an end, to thirty years of misery.

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