Brothers arise! Our country calls—
Let us gain her rights or die;
In her cause who nobly falls,
Decked with brightest wreaths shall lie;
And freedom’s genius o’er his bier
Shall place the wreath and drop a tear.
Long by England’s power opprest,
Groaning long beneath her chain,
England’s ill-used power detest;
Burst her yoke; your rights regain;
The standard raise to liberty—
Ireland, you shall be free!
Brothers, march, march on to glory—
In your country’s cause unite;
Freedom’s blessing see before you—
Erin’s sons, for freedom fight:
England’s legions we defy
We swear to conquer or to die.