And Erin, once the Great and Free,
Now vainly mourns her breakless chain,
And iron thrall!
Then, daughter of O’Donnell! dry
Thine overflowing eyes, and turn
Thy heart aside!
For Adam’s race is born to die,
And sternly the sepulchral urn
Mocks human pride!
Look not, nor sigh, for earthly throne,