Arose within the Em’rald Isle,
This was the chorus through the land,
And traitors sang it in this style:
Home Rule, Hibernia! Britannia her rule waives!
Britons ne’er shall make us slaves.
The Scotchmen not so blest as thee,
Put up with Richmond at Whitehall,
Whilst thou, with flourish fierce and free,
Wilt have Home Rule, or none at all.
Home Rule, Hibernia! Britannia her rule waives!