Her youths and her maidens, her joy and her pride
Have gone down in battle, in war's raging tide.
II
They came forth to fight for a cause that was grand,
When freedom and liberty called to their land;
In the ardor of youth, in the spring of the year,
They came without falter, they fought without fear.
III
Near the noon of that day on that April morn,
Their tramp shook the street where young Emmet was born;