Tough, yearning, spirited. Harsh distorted guitar strums out roughly ...Tough, yearning, spirited. Harsh distorted guitar strums out roughly before heading into a rousing sequence with bagpipe melody and fast-paced snare. Tuneful nostalgic vocals sing of a special pub where people gather to tell stories. Sense of fight and determination in passionate vocals and longing instrumentation.歌词
There’s a free house I know, down an old country road, Where the liquor is cheap, and the firelight burns low, The floors tell a story of blood, sweat and tears, Where the feet of our fathers will ring on for years.
Hold your head high, We'll do or we'll die!
Blood, Sweat and Tears, (Ooohhh Ooohhh) Blood, Sweat and Tears, (Wooahhhhhoooaahhh) Blood, Sweat and Tears, (Wooahhhhhoooaahhh) The feet of our fathers will live on in blood, sweat and tears! So fight the fight and stand strong!
In the wake of our elders, we'll find our own way, And carry the torch as we fight through the fray, With hearts unafraid, and our courage to spare, We'll taste the good life, and we'll live without care.
So prove yourself tough, prove yourself brave, Stand with your family and fight ‘til the grave, In the face of adversity, battles and brawls, Prove yourself worthy and bold to the core.
Hold your head high, We'll do or we'll die!
Blood, Sweat and Tears, (Wooahhhhhoooaahhh) Blood, Sweat and Tears, (Wooahhhhhoooaahhh) Blood, Sweat and Tears, (Wooahhhhhoooaahhh) The feet of our fathers will live on in blood, sweat and tears! So fight the fight and stand strong!
In that free house we know, down the old country road, Where the liquor is cheap, and the embers burn low, The floors tell a story of blood, sweat and tears, Where our feet will continue to ring on for years.
So Prove yourself tough, Prove yourself brave, Prove yourself tough, Prove yourself brave, Fight the fight and stand up strong!
Tough, yearning, spirited. Harsh distorted guitar strums out roughly ...Tough, yearning, spirited. Harsh distorted guitar strums out roughly before heading into a rousing sequence with bagpipe melody and fast-paced snare. Sense of fight and determination in longing instrumentation. Instrumental version.
Yearning, spirited, wholesome. Positive energy from thrumming folk ...Yearning, spirited, wholesome. Positive energy from thrumming folk instrumentation and flute. Sense of reminiscence in teary melodies and quaint chord progression. Stripped back underscore version.
Rousing, enjoyable, rough. Big rock energy as soaring guitar and ...Rousing, enjoyable, rough. Big rock energy as soaring guitar and defiant kick drum play out a triumphant celtic tune, joined by energetic vocals. Lyrics reference the emerald isle, having fun and drinking dreaming of being back in Ireland. Celebratory vibe with huge instrumentation and screaming vocals. References to Irish locations give a truly homespun vibe.歌词
Are you homesick for the emerald isle? Well here’s a ditty that’ll make you smile, Take a glass and raise it high, For all our cousin’s back in, Ireland, Ireland.
Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day, Celebrate, Celebrate.
Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day, Celebrate, Celebrate.
Gather round all to hear my tale, Waved to my lassie then the boat set sail, But my heart still lies in old Kinsale, Let’s sing a song for, Ireland, Ireland.
Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day, Celebrate, Celebrate.
Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day, Celebrate, Celebrate.
Ah take a drink and we'll drink some more, We'll drink to your health, and drink to the poor, We'll drink with a shamrock at the bottom of our cup, With the white and the gold and the green raised up.
Rousing, enjoyable, rough. Big rock energy as soaring guitar and ...Rousing, enjoyable, rough. Big rock energy as soaring guitar and defiant kick drum play out a triumphant celtic tune. Celebratory vibe with huge instrumentation. Instrumental version.
Rousing, enjoyable, rough. Determined energy with defiant kick drum ...Rousing, enjoyable, rough. Determined energy with defiant kick drum as guitar plays out a triumphant celtic tune. Celebratory vibe with huge instrumentation. Stripped back underscore version.
Stirring, joyful, tough. Large classic rock guitar vibe as claps lead ...Stirring, joyful, tough. Large classic rock guitar vibe as claps lead a feeling of momentum, guitar plays out a swirling violin line reminiscent of folky music. Gravelly male voice sings about being a strong man, leaving home and fighting for your identity. Unrestrained energy from explosive vocals and chants, meshing with folk energy.歌词
There comes a time in a young man’s life when he has to make a choice, To stay at home and be afraid or leave the nest and fight, To shut himself away for good or live a life of pride, With a courage that will never fray, through storms and swelling tide, So from craggy shore to broken sky and to all that came before, We raise a glass to those that choose to fight for something more!
With your fists held tight, That they just might break, Like the dawn that comes, It’s not too late.
Just grit your teeth and stand your ground, (Wooahhhhhoooaahhh) Don't ever let them hold you down, (Wooahhhhhoooaahhh) From far and wide they'll hear us yell, (Wooahhhhhoooaahhh) ‘We'll stand together and give ‘em hell’. (Wooahhhhhoooaahhh)
It’s never quite enough you see to work until your old, To live a life of sacrifice with nothing good to show, For when it’s time to meet your end and look back on your life, Did you stay within dotted lines or rise against and fight? From the craggy shores to broken skies and to all that came before, We raise a glass to those that choose to fight for something more!
Hold your fists up tight, You know It’s not too late.
Just grit your teeth and stand your ground, (Wooahhhhhoooaahhh) Don't ever let them hold you down, (Wooahhhhhoooaahhh) From far and wide they'll hear us yell, (Wooahhhhhoooaahhh) ‘We'll stand, together, and give, them, hell’.
Stirring, joyful, tough. Large classic rock guitar vibe as claps lead ...Stirring, joyful, tough. Large classic rock guitar vibe as claps lead a feeling of momentum, guitar plays out a swirling violin line reminiscent of folky music. Unrestrained energy from intense instrumentation and distorted guitar communicating power and rebelliousness. Instrumental version.
Stirring, joyful, tough. Instruments strum out with a celtic ...Stirring, joyful, tough. Instruments strum out with a celtic buoyancy, flute playing out a floating, yearning tune. Positive vibe from major chords and light percussion driving things forward. A sense of power and rebelliousness. Stripped back underscore version.
Confident, fun, excited. Fast-paced folk instrumentation hits out on ...Confident, fun, excited. Fast-paced folk instrumentation hits out on top of a rolling snare as a rapid celtic tune bleats out. A sense of energy and agility, teammates getting ready for a fast challenge. Unstoppable vibe through unrestrained rhythm. Quaint energy from soft organic instruments. A children's football game. Stripped back underscore version.
Confident, fun, hyperactive. Fast-paced instrumentation hits out on ...Confident, fun, hyperactive. Fast-paced instrumentation hits out on top of a rolling snare as a rapid celtic tune bleats out. A sense of energy and agility, teammates getting ready for a fast challenge. Lyrics infer a sports match, determined to be victorious. Unstoppable vibe through unrestrained rhythm.歌词
We'll face them off today, we'll meet them on our turf, Surrounded by the sound, of those that know our worth, A tale of two halves, to work and to play, United we'll win, send them on their way, It’s all up to us, it’s our choice to make, To rise up for victory, fight for all our sakes, When all is said and done, there’s no contest here, Our shots are on target, they'll bring in a cheer!
Take what’s due, we're looking right at you, Give it some, there’s nowhere left to run.
We'll take it, we'll take it, we’ll take this victory right from you, yeah, We'll take it, we'll take it, we’ll take this victory right from you, yeah, When this day is all but done, we'll raise our fists as champions!
We'll slide through the dirt, and laugh through the rain, With all of our might, we'll fight through the pain, When it’s said and done, there’s no contest here, Our shots are on target, they'll bring in a cheer, And we'll win, yeah we'll win, We'll win, yeah we'll win!
Take what’s due, we're looking right at you, Give it some, there’s nowhere left to run, Laugh and cry, you know we'll do or die, Fight to win, don't take it on the chin!
We'll take it, we'll take it, we’ll take this victory right from you, yeah, We'll take it, we'll take it, we’ll take this victory right from you, yeah, When this day is all but done, we'll raise our fists as champions!
Energetic, loud, powerful. Zestful instrumentation pushes out, ...Energetic, loud, powerful. Zestful instrumentation pushes out, falling into fast-paced shuffling folk rock style. Flutes give an airy, buoyant energy. A theatrical energy from dynamic folk vibe with impassioned chord sequences. Stripped back underscore version.
Energetic, loud, powerful. Zestful instrumentation pushes out, ...Energetic, loud, powerful. Zestful instrumentation pushes out, falling into fast-paced shuffling rock style. Deep, rugged vocal shouts give a masculine power. Rough male vocals sing out lyrics about standing tall, valuing family and fighting against adversity. A theatrical energy from dynamic rock vibe and spirited vocals.歌词
We won’t go quietly! No we won’t go quietly!
On this day, we’ll find our worth, The beaten and broken, the salt of the earth, For all that we are, for all that we’re not, We’ll fight to the end, with all that we’ve got!
With a fistful of dirt, we’ll rise from the ground, To stand with our family, steadfast and proud, For all that we are, for all that we’ve lost, We’ll never back down, no matter the cost!
We’ll keep on fighting ‘til we win, We’ll raise our fists, we’ll chant we’ll sing, It’s all for one and one for all, To stand fast where our fathers stood tall.
(We won’t go quietly!)
Never bow down, no! With a fistful of dirt, we’ll rise from the ground, Forever bow down, no! To stand with our family, steadfast and proud.
We’ll keep on fighting ‘til we win, We’ll raise our fists, we’ll chant and sing, It’s all for one and one for all, To stand fast where our fathers stood tall.
A tip of the hat, a punch in the face, (We won’t go quietly!) We’re battered and bruised, we’ll give them a taste, Of all that we are, for those that we’ve lost, (We won’t go quietly!) We’ll honour those that came before, Sons and Daughters, those that fought for more, We’ll raise our fists, we’ll chant and sing, We’ll keep on fighting ‘til we win!
(We won’t go quietly) (We won’t go quietly) (We won’t go quietly) (We won’t go quietly)
We’ll never back down and we won’t be beaten, We’ll never back down and we won’t be beat, We’ll never back down and we won’t be beaten, We’ll never back down, we’ll never back down.
We’ll never back down and we won’t be beaten, We’ll never back down and we won’t be beat, We’ll never back down and we won’t be beaten, We’ll never back down, we’ll never back down.
