Somebody cried the death of culture  Somebody spit in a little boy's face  Somebody said you robbed my homeland  Somebody got the wrong impression  So we came across the water  >From the shores of the isle of green  Speaking seperate tongues  In the death of culture  Somebody said you stole my language  Some people will say anything  Somebody said you robbed my heritage  Some people will believe anything  Somebody said you always spoke English  Somebody got the wrong impression  So we came across the water  >From the shores of the isle of green  Speaking separate tongues  In the death of culture  It was the death of culture  It was the death of culture  Bhi machree  Ohin trasna na farraige  Bhi machree  Ohin trasna na farraige  So we came across the water  >From the shores of the isle of green  So we came across the water  Speaking seperate tongues  In the death of culture