And as his strong and brave right hand could fell the noble oak,
So cowards and tyrants toppled down beneath the sturdy stroke
Of this brave, true-hearted Grand Old Man,
Who fights in Freedom’s cause.
With vision clear the Grand Old Man looked on Fair Erin’s Isle,
And saw the land lie desolate for many a barren mile;
He vowed he would our Sister save from force and fraud and guile,
And Ireland’s hills and fertile vales should wear their ancient smile—
So said the brave and Grand Old Man,
Who is Green Ireland’s friend.