Shall shelter the despot and the slave!
To-night we'll man the bearna booighill,[1]
In Erin's cause come woe or weal,
'Mid cannon's roar or rifle's peal,
We'll chant a soldier's song!
'Mid valleys green and towering crag,
Our fathers fought before us,
And conquered 'neath the same old flag
That's proudly floating o'er us;
We're children of a fighting race