Lyrics from Young Ned of the Hill
by by Ron Kavana and Pogues member Terry Woods
and sung by the Pogues
A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
You who raped our motherland
I hope you're rotting down in Hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Whom you robbed of their birthright
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight
For the rest of the song, go here.
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