Brian Boru they sang of yore,
But when her goal she reaches,
Erin will sing, from shore to shore,
O'Brien—and his breeches!
Her bards will praise the patriot true,
His long and fiery speeches,
His bearding Balfour's brutal crew;
But, above all,—his breeches!
Oh, ne'er may the potheen pass round
But—Erin so beseeches—