‘All of their nation’s love wraps them around.’
Where do their bodies lie, brave and so proud?
‘Under the gallows-tree in prison-ground.’
Sixteen dead men! Where do they go?
‘To join their regiment where Sarsfield leads;
Wolfe Tone and Emmet, too, well do they know.
There shall they bivouac, telling great deeds.’
Sixteen dead men! Shall they return?
‘Yea, they shall come again, breath of our breath.
They on our nation’s hearth made old fires burn.