Behind the locked door, there'll be no sun
For feasting
There'll be no food or wine
Behind the locked door, there'll be no sun
There'll be no food or wine
It's high time we arose from this lethargy
It's high time we arose from this lethargy
We, Gaels in bed
We, Gaels in sleep
It's high time we arose from this lethargy
He came from England
He came
On speeding horses and with a heavy key
He came from England
On speeding horses and with a heavy key
It's high time we arose from this lethargy
It's high time we arose from this lethargy
We, Gaels in bed
We, Gaels in sleep
It's high time we arose from this lethargy
Deep down in the dungeon, there'll be no sun
There'll be no moon
With us sleeping through the dark night
Deep down in the dungeon, there'll be no sun
With us sleeping through the dark night
It's high time we arose from this lethargy
It's high time we arose from this lethargy
We, Gaels in bed
We, Gaels in sleep
It's high time we arose from this lethargy