Susan K. Rowse - Apathy...Empathy...Sympathy lyrics

I'm sick to d**h of apathy... Nor need your words of sympathy Just walk a day within my shoes Understand results, when you lose... All hope of freedom-justice...gone, Pride?...A gift that bites the bone Of contention played upon raw nerves We love our country and vow to serve Til freedom rings from British hands On Irish lips with great demand For souls that rest...rejoice from grounds Where spirits sleep, but never sound Arise poor Bobby and see the day When Ireland lives for Irish ways And Brits shake hands, return to us That which belonged from birth ...because Its right...by God! The only way For peace to ring for us this day What's the difference in sweet sympathy? When we are restless and you have empathy Give us support...don't just sit Ireland for Erin and not the Brits.