God Save Ireland

God save Ireland, said the heroes

God save Ireland, said they all

Whether on the scaffold high

Or the battlefield we die

Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall

High upon the gallows tree swung the noble hearted three

By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom

But they met him face to face with the courage of their race

And they went with souls undaunted to their doom

God save Ireland ....

Climbed they up the rugged stair, rang their voices out in prayer

Then with England's fatal cord around them cast

Close beside the gallows tree kissed like brothers lovingly

True to home and faith and freedom to the last

God save Ireland ....

Never till the latest day shall the memory pass away

Of the gallant lives thus given for our land

But on the cause must go, amidst joy and weal and woe

Till we make our Isle a nation free and grand

God save Ireland ....

T: Timothy Daniel Sullivan 1867, M: Traditionel ("Tramp, tramp, tramp")