By traitors and rebels, in anarchy’s school,
Be trailed in the dust, disgraced in the vale,
While our people, the sov’reign, in equity rule?
No: I swear by the love that we bear our old Sire-land,
And the vows we have pledged to this home of the free,
As we’d sheathe our swords in the foes of dear Ireland,
We will use them as freely ’gainst traitors to thee.
Need we fear for our cause when true hearts uphold it?
See the men of all nations now march to the wars;
And shall Erin’s stout hearts stand by and behold it,