Give a Man a Spud

Give a Man a Spud

irish folk acoustic aggressive

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Give a Man a Spud

[Verse 1]
Give a man a spud
He'll call it a feast
While London’s lot grow fat on the beast
Fields run dry
The hunger's grip tight
A fire burns in the coldest night
[Verse 2]
Blame it on the rains or call it fate's play
But we know the score at the end of the day
The sacks of gold shipped 'cross the seas
While men and babes dropped to their knees
[Chorus]
We'll rise like the dawn
Break free of these chains
In fields of emerald
They won't take our name
A legacy carved from blood and tears
A nation that stands
No more living in fear
[Verse 3]
The drunken songs in hollow nights
By fires burning low
Dreams take flight
Through the famine
Through the strife
We swear to claim our stolen life
[Bridge]
With hands worn raw and hearts of steel
We'll turn the tide
Make the tyrants kneel
Every storm will pass
Every shadow fade
And in our hearts
A future made
[Verse 4]
Give us a spud
And you scrape our pride
But we won't bow
No
We won't hide
We'll take the fields
We'll take the reins
For Ireland’s ghost won't rest in chains