They waved high their banner, white, orange and green,
And it waved over freemen, the men of '16!
IV
And high o'er the Liffey it waved in the wind,
Over hearts that were brave and the noblest of minds;
And they fought as of old, and they held the old town
Till their banner, unsullied, in darkness went down.
V
In that Easter Week, dear old Dublin was freed,
By the blood of her sons from Swords to the Sea,