Henceforth let one dear common name
Of “brother” share one common fame.
Conspicuous ’midst that glorious throng
Our Irish heroes march along;
The good, the gallant and the free,
And chant the hymn of Liberty!
Above them Freedom’s banners wave,
Beneath them yawns—the Southern grave!
They march with laughter, song and cheer,
And mock at danger, jest at fear!