The Irish Rovers - Children of Hate lyrics

Come and sit my little son Upon your daddy's knee Your almost ten and your growing up in a land so wide and free You asked me just this afternoon About the land we left far behind And why we left old Ireland Why it's always on my mind Well over here a little boy Can grow to be a man Without the ignorance and the fear That thrives throughout our land Where little boys just the age of you Are taught for to k** and to maime Oh God help them what will they become In a land that's gone insane Instead of playing at the ball They gather in the night For to play with toys of more deadly fun Petrol bombs and gelignite And if men must vent their hatred Oh why must they teach their sons To be just like them and hate the same Our nations' race is run Jesus said to let all the little Children come to him But the devil's got them jumping And I feel he's bound to win For everyone there of course is right And it seems it's just to late For to save the future you have to save Little children born of hate