Britons ne’er shall make us slaves.
Still more cantank’rous shalt thou rise
More dreadful from each Parnell stroke,
Till Commerce from the country flies,
And all thy native banks are broke.
Home Rule, Hibernia! Britannia her rule waives!
Britons ne’er shall make us slaves.
Thee haughty Viceroys ne’er shall tame,
All their attempts to rub thee down
Will but arouse the “pathriot’s” flame,