The Ireland They Sold, Irish Ballad about State of Ireland


 The Ireland They Sold – A Powerful Irish Ballad of Truth, Betrayal & Resistance

This song tells the story the media won’t: how Ireland is being transformed by silent policy, hidden agendas, and political betrayal. From shattered families to voiceless victims, this ballad gives voice to the anger rising across the country. 🗣️ Sung in the spirit of Irish rebellion, “The Ireland They Sold” challenges the government’s silence, the rise in violent crime, the unchecked influence of NGOs, and the destruction of Irish sovereignty. 🎙️ Lyrics speak of: Innocent lives lost to avoidable violence The Gardaí silenced by fear of labels Politicians who sell out the nation behind closed doors A people ready to rise again in truth, dignity, and courage If you still believe in Ireland — in the Ireland our ancestors fought for — share this. Let the truth echo. 🔔 Subscribe for more truth-telling songs that challenge the official narrative. #IrishBallad #IrelandTheySold #PoliticalSong #RefugeeCrisis #IrishFolk #TruthMusic #LeinsterHouse #IrishRebellion #ProtectIreland #TheIrelandTheySold “The Ireland They Sold” Verse 1 They flood our ports with refugees, the truth that’s never told, While backroom men in Leinster House our country they’ve sold. They say it's just compassion—but the headlines scream in red, Another child, another raped, an Irish girl is dead. Verse 2 They tell us to stay silent, to swallow all their lies, To trust the State and NGOs while angry parent’s cry. A thousand crimes unanswered—yet the Gardaí turn away, For fear of being branded honourable, its better to betray. Chorus This is not the Irish spirit born in fight, and flame, This is not the sacred land our heroes died to claim. This is broken trust and treason wrapped up in lies and shame They ‘ve traded truth for power and money in a coward’s game. Verse 3 No trials in the papers, no justice in the courts, And still they build more centres while still flooding our ports. While pensioners go hungry, the sick are made to wait, Yet free hotel rooms rise up fast sponsored by the State Verse 4 The government’s a shadow now—of the foreign lords they serve, Not one will stand for Ireland, not one has got the nerve. They say it’s hate to question, but we know what we are seeing We know the cost in blood and tears, of keeping Ireland clean. Chorus This is not the Irish spirit born in fight, and flame, This is not the sacred land our heroes died to claim. This is broken trust and treason wrapped up in lies and shame They’ve traded truth for power and money in a coward’s game Final Chorus This is still our Ireland—though traitors run the show, And planted seeds of silence grow where we once walked proud and slow. But truth is not a whisper, it’s a drum that shakes the fold And we’ll rise up from the ashes of the Ireland they sold.

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