Oh, the boys of Dublin's done a meet Come to hear their boxers sing
To tell the stories of their street To quell their suffering
They say, let me go another round And never take it laying down
Cause in my heart I know I'm strong enough to grow
Hey, Demo, sing another song For all the sons of fisticuffs
For the daughters of the truncheon Demo, sing a song of love
Demo, sing a song
Yeah, what do I know of Ireland Except what made it here
Through the ports and to the hills A whistle and a jing
They worked the fields, they worked the rails And sang the songs of slaves
To keep the chains from binding on To keep their bodies brave
So, Demo
Hey, Demo, sing another song For all the sons of toil and tug
For the daughters of the weary road Demo, sing a song of love
Demo, sing a song of love
We grow stronger, we grow stronger We grow stronger, we grow stronger
We grow strongerly stronger
Reverently, for
So, gather round and bear this ground While your brothers sweat and swing
Oh, hold each other for their life In their love and in their rage
Sing of tribes and ties that bind And sing yourself anew
The dog of war, the Lamb of God
The Spirit is in you.
So, Deimos, sing another song.
For all the sons of Istiklal.
For the daughters of the Trontean.
Deimos, sing a song of love.
Deimos, sing another song.
For all the sons of Twolentai.
For all the daughters of the Riri-Rau.
So, Deimos, sing another song of love.
Deimos, sing another song of love.
We grow strong, we grow strong.
We grow strong, we grow strong.
We grow strong.
From the dark we grow stronger.
We grow strong, we grow strong We grow strong from the dark
We grow strong.
From the dark we grow stronger.
We grow strong.
We grow strong.
From the dawn
We grow strong