The Briar and the Sword Says the law, you have no land Says the Lord, you have no worth Says the Lord, I’ll tax all you have Well says I, we’ll fight for all we’re worth Come the morn, we’ll meet at the spot Come with wood, the briar and the knot Ban all the swords, our spirits to cull They won’t be laughing when I break their skull Bring the pain, bring the sorrow Fight for your life, fight for tomorrow Battle cry, fight the hoard To the death, the briar and the sword Assemble all who can stand and fight We storm the camp, in the middle of the night Shillelagh fly in the face of their ban We’ll kill them all, down to the last man The briar and the sword Stand up to the law and lay down your life Don’t you want to be free? Kill them