Christy Moore - The Siren's Voice lyrics

Somalia, Somalia she picked up a handful of
Earth and kissing it, she cried
"The song of our village has come to an end"

Then she heard the sirens voice
And the sirens voice was singing
Island of the welcomes one
Hundred thousand welcomes
Christian holy island one
Hundred thousand welcomes
Land of the Holy Fathers
One hundred thousand welcomes
Land of Saints and scholars
One hundred thousand welcomes
Ancient city of the deep
Lagoon céad míle fáilte
Heart of The Rowl céad míle fáilte
Dublin city of the rare auld
Times céad míle fáilte
Where the green snot river
Flows céad míle fáilte

Again she heard the sirens voice
And the sirens voice was singing
Black life, white life, pro-life
Black life, white life, pro-life
Black lies, white lies, no life

Again she heard the sirens voice
And the sirens voice was singing
No niggers or knackers or wogs, no refugees
No Día is Muire, sez she
And no divorce in Heaven, sez she
No refugees céad míle fáilte
A míle fáilte my arse, sez she
Míle fáilte my arse

Living off our land living off our land
Living of our hard earned surplus
Creating housing shortages and unemployment
Living off our land
They're coming here to save us
Saving the white babies
They're coming here to save us
Saving white babies souls
The sirens voice was heard