Lyrics

Rory the Red, O the glorious dead, are the bastards that bled em out, sleep evermore
Long shining blade, path that he’s made, won’t stop until he’s made the grade

Rory the Red is down at the union hall, pissing them up the wall, making a change,
No more 14 days, with such little pay, by blood or by law, he will make a change

Rory the Red’s in the heart’s of the living, the one’s that are giving it all to the cause,
Of much better days, for all that are made, avenging the blood of those stolen away