Letra de James McClean
James McClean He walks into the stadium To compete with the best But he's greeted with hatred All because of his vest He would wear one for soldiers Who died in the world wars But won't wear one for killers Who kicked in Irish doors CHORUS James Mcclean, sing it loud now Sing it proud now, on the ball now We must commend his bravery He stands up to the mob A mob so proud of slavery A right given by god Even the British legion They support his brave stance Still you scream from the terrace Will you stop being kants I'll stand up. I'll stand up, I'll stand up yeah