Cheer up, brave hearts, to-morrow´s dawn will see us march again Beneath
old Erin´s flag of green that ne´er has known a stain. And ere our hands the sword shall yield or furled that banner be We
swear to make our native land from the tyrant´s thraldom free!
For Tone is coming back again with legions o´er the
wave, The scions of Lord Clare´s Brigade, the dear old land to save, For Tone is coming back again with legions o´er
the wave The dear old land, the loved old land, the brave old land to save!
Though crouching minions preach to
us to be the Saxon´s slave, We´ll teach them all; what pikes can do when hearts are true and brave. Fling Freedom´s
banner to the breeze, let it float o´er land and sea We swear to make our native land from the tyrant´s thraldom free!
For Tone is coming back again with legions o´er the wave, The scions of Lord Clare´s Brigade, the dear old land
to save, For Tone is coming back again with legions o´er the wave The dear old land, the loved old land, the brave old
land to save!
Young Dwyer ´mong the heath-clad hills of Wicklow leads his men; And Russell´s voice stirs kindred
hearts in many an Ulster glen; Brave Father Murphy´s men march on from the Barrow to the sea We swear to make our native
land from the tyrant´s thraldom free!
For Tone is coming back again with legions o´er the wave, The scions of Lord
Clare´s Brigade, the dear old land to save, For Tone is coming back again with legions o´er the wave The dear old land,
the loved old land, the brave old land to save!
Too long we´ve borne with smouldering wrath the cursed alien laws, That
wreck our shrines and burn our homes and crush our country´s cause; But now the day has come at last; Revenge our watchword
be! We swear to make our native land from the tyrant´s thraldom free!
For Tone is coming back again with legions
o´er the wave, The scions of Lord Clare´s Brigade, the dear old land to save, For Tone is coming back again with legions
o´er the wave The dear old land, the loved old land, the brave old land to save!
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