Arouse, men of England, the strife’s drawing near,
Stand fast for the Right and the man we revere,
’Tis but justice we ask for our friends o’er the waves:
Let Ireland be free, not a nation of slaves.
Chorus.
A fig for the Whigs, and for Salisbury’s men;
They fear us already,
Steady, boys, steady,
For Ireland and Gladstone again and again!
Seceders may sneer at the chief they betrayed,