Oh, proudly again does she raise her old head
When the nations lament and salute her bold dead!
VI
O Irish Republic! O dream of our dreams!
Resplendent in vision thy bright beauty gleams!
Though fallen and crushed 'neath thy enemy's heel,
Thy glory and beauty shine burnished like steel!
VII
Not in vain was their death who for Ireland died,
And their deeds in our hearts in gold are inscribed;