Fighting Territory
The Irish Republican Army
Through clenched teeth will fight,
So all with Irish accents
Will hear "Ireland's call" and unite.
The cowboys sings of the country
Mountains and farms and all that,
Though he is from the city
he'll wear his ten gallon hat.
The American is so proud
He was born on the Fourth of July,
He sings the "star spangled banner"
With hand on heart as he cries.
The Australian larrikin is proud
Of their beaches, forests and sun,
That he is "young and free"
With BBQ and beer soaked fun.
The Scotsman wears His kilt
And recites what Burns may have said,
About the braveheart spirit
That against the Englishmen bled.
Then there's the twelve year old boy
Thinks "in what can I now be proud" ?,
He'll wear his football jersey
With the thousands in the stand with the crowd.
These all have something in common
It's the same thing that drives them all,
It's all about their identity
By this we all stand or fall.
The identity is the powerful force
That drives all of life's decisions,
To understand motivation
The identity is the heart's incision.
For this we'll defend to the death
For that is our fighting territory,
Because it's who we are
Where belief comes from, our identity.
Note: "Ireland's call" is the anthem sung by the Irish rugby team which is made up of both the Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland.
"Young and free" is in Australia's national anthem
"Larrikin" is Australian slang for a person who is a bit cheeky
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