To Hell Or To Connaught

<br>We fled for our lives on a winter`s eve,<br>Cold but unheeded, we left with speed.<br>The roundheads they had come this night,<br>Our gallant people ? But blood in sight.<br><br>If we were to barter for our lives,<br>We would wind up dead.<br>This is the land where I was born and bred,<br>Am I a coward to avoid being dead ?<br><br>These are the words of our forefathers,<br>Long ago, in a time of fear.<br>They say &quot;what giveth returns time thee&quot;<br>Now in this age, we will wait and see.<br><br>Condemn what you will in this war of worlds,<br>Shout if you want amid peaceful slurs.<br>But how do you stop a charging bull,<br>With horns of steel and a desire to cull ?