Olde Tyme Future - Fruupp

Look up above

What’s there to see

The walls of thine castle

Be gone, we are free

Look all around

Now what’s there to say

Thank Christ for our spirit

We are born on this day

Strange habits of violence

Have come from the past

Gestures of hatred

Natives outcast

The olde tyme future

Is crumbling at last

Now Ireland’s the chooser

And Her’s is the task