As the sun sets on this economic boom

Awakened in the face of our own doom

We are left wondering what fate will hold

But fate was in your hands, if the truth be told

And by God it shall, you planted no seeds

Purely succumb to your own greed

And come next season when the spring arrives

And no harvest produced before your eyes

Who will be charged with this downfall?

The government, the English? Well I blame you all

You listened not to surrounding sounds

Greed kept focused, money bound!

You didn't build within your city gates

And now threes no money, and time’s too late

As a new world will be born when this one dies

All that shall remain is Irish cries

Produce of greed from Irish lies

A baron land and winter skies

“Oh Europe, free us from our debt we pray

you cant let one of yours live in this way”

When comes the question of how you spent

And what would you do different

If time went back, but your knowledge not

Would you do things differently with this second shot?

My fear is you would not, and the masses yearn

For no lessons in this time have been learned