Ireland United, Gaelic And Free
and in Derry, in Antrim and in Down,
the north gale is rising to bring down the crown.
Then shout the old
war cry, and the blood's running high.
We'll fight for true Ireland, for today we shall die.
The days of the slavers will no longer be
When Gaels stand united, they'll always
Gaelic and free.
Land of my birth, in freedom we'll be.
New York and Chicago,
and in Perth
The Gaelic storm is growing; it's sweeping across the earth,
We'll serve no queen
or cremlin, in freedom we shall dwell.
If they try to step in England's shoes, we'll see them all in hell.
There's no force on this earth can ever stand
Of a nation united, the truth on its side.
The banshee's mournful whisper of an old lost battle
A true Gael's blood is calling, "Preserve our ancient green,"
Is there any mind so shallow, is there any heart
Can watch his county's body tore apart on England's rack?
Remember now in Belfast, brave men will fight and die,
To keep that shining vision
alive and burning high.