Will You Die for Ireland? by Bob Eschenbrenner the emerald isle whispers to me the smell of flowers on a summer breeze I hear her at night in my dreams like foam on the ocean she calls out to me but tell me Dad tell me again tell me the story of the Cuchulain he was a hero son no greater could be for he guarded Ireland from the center to the sea will you die for Ireland my Dad says to me will you be ready to set her free will you die for Ireland my Dad says to me will you be ready to set her free and in my family no one can deny ‘tis a sea of sorrows when a young child dies I wish I could swing right on up to the sky and hear the twins laugh again and see Margaret's blue eyes will you die for Ireland my Dad says to me will you be ready to set her free will you die for Ireland my Dad says to me will you be ready to set her free but tell me Dad tell me again tell me the story of the Cuchulain he was a hero son no greater could be for he guarded Ireland from the center to the sea will you die for Ireland my Dad says to me will you be ready to set her free will you die for Ireland my Dad says to me will you be ready to set her free