Swells the shout of the free for the land they love best,
In a war-hymn for freedom—the Northern Hurrah!
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
The Harp of Old Erin and Banner of Stars.
Air—St. Patrick’s Day.
The war-trump has sounded, our rights are in danger;
Shall the brave sons of Erin be deaf to the call,
When freedom demands of both native and stranger,
Their aid, lest the greatest of nations should fall?
Shall this banner, so dear to the exiles of Gael,