Many men faught not for Ireland
But under another flag
And of their deeds our folklore feeds
Of them we like to brag
But there are those of whom
A silence does not speak
A veil is drawn as if to warn
That knowledge of them one should not seek.
Underneath the Swastika
Few men now confess
That they one time winningly served
And not loved their country less
For Germany was not OUR enemy
Against us struck no blow
And may aid and new Irish Brigade
So a United Ireland we may know.
And in the aftermath
When the counting was done
All hushed their role hiding a shamed soul
In the war they had not won.
Were they any less Irish
Then those who faught neath the Union Jack
Nether faught against Ireland, all loved their homeland
Yet were despised when they came back.
God will judge all souls
Declare the good and the bad in time
Weigh the reasons for why men faught and did die
No matter how we think it a crime
For the Soviet Union too killed millions
From Tartarstan to the Ukraine
By famine, in gulag, under the Red Flag
So the Workers Republic could gain