Our country it is ripped apart
By famine and by grief
The English are a gruesome bunch
They would not give relief
Some of us that still had our strength
Fled from these cursed shores
Across the sea to distant lands
To follow a new course.
The day will come when through the land
You’ll hear the vengeance call
And Irishmen from far and near
Will rally one and all.
And Erin’s boys will drive them out
Those cursed Saxon men
Let’s take back what’s truly ours
And unite us once again
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