• Pádraig Pearse
  • An Barr Buadh
  • March 16, 1912

I n-ainm Dé,
Dar Críost a Aon-Ṁac,
Dar Muire a Ċaoṁ-Ṁáṫair,
Dar Pádraic Apstal Gaeḋeal,
Dar dílseaċt Ċuilm Ċille,
Dar clú ar gciniḋ,
Dar crú ar sinnsear,
Dar dúnṁarḃaḋ Aoḋa Ruaiḋ,
Dar bás truaiġṁéileaċ Aoḋa Uí Néill,
Dar oiḋeaḋ Eoġan Ruaiḋ,
Dar mian an tSáirséalaiġ le huċt a ḃáis,
Dar osna éagcoṁlainn an Ġearaltaiġ,
Dar créaċtaiḃ cróilinnteaċa Tone,
Dar fuil uasail Emmet,
Dar corpaiḃ an Ġorta,
Dar deoraiḃ deoraiḋe nGaeḋeal,
Do-ḃeirimíd na mionna do-ḃeireaḋ ar sinnsir
Go ḃfuasclóċaimíd do ġéiḃeann ar gciniḋ,
Nó go dtuitfimíd bonn le bonn. Ámén.

In the name of God,
By Christ His only Son,
By Mary His gentle Mother,
By Patrick the Apostle of the Irish,
By the loyalty of Colm Cille,
By the glory of our race,
By the blood of our ancestors,
By the murder of Red Hugh,
By the sad death of Hugh O’Neill,
By the tragic death of Owen Roe,
By the dying wish of Sarsfield,
By the anguish sigh of Fitzgerald,
By the bloody wounds of Tone,
By the noble blood of Emmet,
By the Famine corpses,
By the tears of Irish exiles,
We swear the oaths our ancestors swore,
That we will free our race from bondage,
Or that we will fall fighting hand to hand. Amen.