O'Martyr

At the sin salvation restaurant  
we ate our breakfast cold  
the tea tastes bitter sweet  
down on cemetery row  
 
The sisters smuggled rifles  
they hid them in their skirts  
they passed them to our brothers  
to hit the English where it hurts  
 
But when all the world falls silent  
we'll long for one last tune  
for an end to bloody violence  
to staunch these bullet wounds  
 
At the sin salvation restaurant  
we eat our breakfast cold  
the tea tastes bitter sweet  
down on cemetery row  
 
Push my boat across the water  
and fill her sails with peace  
I kiss my sons and daughters  
and pray the war will cease  
 
Here's a penny for my wishes  
while in Whitehall corridors  
they parcel up our lands  
and lead us to death's door  
 
At the sin salvation restaurant  
we ate our breakfast cold  
the tea tastes bitter sweet  
down on cemetery row