Oh, the boys of Dublin's done a meet Come to hear their boxers singTo tell the stories of their street To quell their sufferingThey say, let me go another round And never take it laying downCause in my heart I know I'm strong enough to growHey, Demo, sing another song For all the sons of fisticuffsFor the daughters of the truncheon Demo, sing a song of loveDemo, sing a songYeah, what do I know of Ireland Except what made it hereThrough the ports and to the hills A whistle and a jingThey worked the fields, they worked the rails And sang the songs of slavesTo keep the chains from binding on To keep their bodies braveSo, DemoHey, Demo, sing another song For all the sons of toil and tugFor the daughters of the weary road Demo, sing a song of loveDemo, sing a song of loveWe grow stronger, we grow stronger We grow stronger, we grow strongerWe grow strongerly strongerReverently, forSo, gather round and bear this ground While your brothers sweat and swingOh, hold each other for their life In their love and in their rageSing of tribes and ties that bind And sing yourself anewThe dog of war, the Lamb of GodThe Spirit is in you.So, Deimos, sing another song.For all the sons of Istiklal.For the daughters of the Trontean.Deimos, sing a song of love.Deimos, sing another song.For all the sons of Twolentai.For all the daughters of the Riri-Rau.So, Deimos, sing another song of love.Deimos, sing another song of love.We grow strong, we grow strong.We grow strong, we grow strong.We grow strong.From the dark we grow stronger.We grow strong, we grow strong We grow strong from the darkWe grow strong.From the dark we grow stronger.We grow strong.We grow strong.From the dawnWe grow strong