Each bearer doing as he's bid,
Intent upon the goal.
The goal being, I take it, the final death of Home Rule. And now comes the wonderful peroration, in which the whole great adventure is brought to its dignified and eloquent climax. It runs into twenty-three stanzas, of which I will give you the last two without comment—
Freedom is what we labour for,
Freedom, it is our right;
We have no wish for bloody war,
But, if we must, we'll fight.
This is our message sent to him,
The dark Dictator's tool—
Whatever happens, sink or swim,