God rest you Robert Emmet

And God rest you noble Tone

God rest you Hugh O'Donnell

And O'Neill of brave Tyrone.

 

God rest you Patrick Sarsfield

In your grave far, far away

God rest you all who strove to speed

The dawning of the day.

 

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Freedom's bright and blessed day

Free from Saxon sway

Lift your hearts and pray

God speed us to the dawning of the day.

 

Not in vain you poured you life blood

Gallant hearts of ninety-eight

Not in vain you stood undaunted

'Neath the scourge of English hate

Men of Wexford, men of Aughrin

Men whose names shall ne'er decay

But will shine like stars to lead us

To the dawning of the day.

 

Foreign foe and native traitor

Both have failed to quench the flame

That has guided Ireland's armies

Through the years of pride and shame

And 'twill flash the deathless glowing

Making bright the upward way

When our men shall march to freedom

At the dawning of the day.

 

For the fields your blood has hallowed

O you host of Irish dead

In the light of Freedom's morning

Men of Ireland yet shall tread

When the foemen reel before them

In the thunder of the fray

They shall shout your name in triumph

At the dawning of the day.