Indigo Girls - Damo Lyrics
Oh the boys of Dublin's DonaghmedeCome to hear their boxer singTo tell the stories of their streetsTo quell their sufferingThey say let me go another roundAnd never take it laying down'Cause in my heart I knowI'm strong enough to growDamo sing another songFor all the sons of fisticuffsFor the daughters of the truncheonDamo sing a song of loveWhat do I know of IrelandExcept what made it hereThrough the ports, into the hillsA whistle and a jigThey worked the fields, they worked the railsAnd sang the songs of slavesTo keep the chains from binding onTo keep their bodies braveDamo sing another songFor all the sons of toil and tugFor the daughters of the weary roadDamo sing a song of loveSo gather round and bear this groundWhile your brothers sweat and swingOr hold each other for their lifeIn their love and in their rageSing of tribes and ties that bindAnd sing yourself anewYeah the Dog of war, Lamb of GodThe spirit is in youDamo sing another songFor all the sons of fisticuffsFor the daughters of the truncheonDamo sing a song of loveDamo sing another songFor all the sons of toil and tugFor the daughters of the weary roadDamo sing a song of love
