No rising column marks the spot
Where many a victim lies;
the blood which here has streamed
To Heaven for justice cries.
It claims it on the oppressor's head
Who joys in human
Who drinks the tears by misery shed
And mocks them as they flow
It claims it on the callous judge,
hands in blood are dyed,
Who arms injustice with the sword,
The balance throws aside.
It claims it for his ruined
Her wretched children's grave;
Where withered Freedom droops her head,
And man exists - a slave.
Justice! Free this land
From tyranny abhorred;
Resume thy balance and thy seat
Resume but sheathe thy sword.
retribution should we seek
Too long has horror reigned;
By mercy marked may freedom rise,
By cruelty unstained.
shall a tyrant's ashes mix
With those our martyred dead;
This is the place where Erin's sons
In Erin's cause have
And those who here are laid at rest,
Oh! Hallowed be each name;
Their memories are for ever blest
to endless fame.
Unconsecrated is this ground,
Unblest by holy hands;
No bell here tolls its solemn sound,
monument here stands.
But here the patriots' tears are shed,
The poor man's blessing given;
These consecrate the
These waft their fame to heaven.