Lyrics

Well they pass it on down the green and the gold
A red-headed girl with a hand to hold
And if you had a son you could never grow old

Well they put away their plows, they picked up their guns
The O'Donnells and O'Neill's went down to Ballybun
They chased 'em all the way to where the river ran dry
And marked all the young with the fire in their eyes

Now I know my place is where I stand
In the the heart of the promised land
We’ll live to tell the stories they told
And pass it on down with the green and the gold

It was done by the time the sun went down
The boys and the men all gathered around
All they had for the widows was a penny and a pound
They buried the dead at the edge of town

Well a hundred years pass and nothin' has changed
The whisky got better but the trouble remains
The lucky ones are waitin' inside of heaven's gate
The rest holdin' on to the hand of fate

Well a million people can't be wrong
Gonna break those chains before too long
And drink their fill of the stories they told
And pass it on down with the green and the gold