Peadar Kearney

Have you heard of Michael Dwyer,
And his mountain men?
Runs your blood like molten fire,
When you hear again
How he dashed like mountain torrent,
On his countryís bitter foes,
Like a thundering tearing torrent
Upon the craven yeos?

Hereís a chorus, chant it loudly
On the still night air,
As the war-shout rises loudly,
Above the trumpetís blare,
Chant it, peal it, til it echoes
Over every hill and glen,
Hereís to gallant Michael Dwyer,
And his mountain men!

When the star of freedom vanished
And our flag went down,
And the nationís hope was banished,
From each vale and town,
Borne intact through blood and fire
Irelandís banner waved again,
Held aloft by Michael Dwyer
And his mountain men.

Still the nationís hopes are burning
As they burned of yore,
And the young and strong are yearning
For the battleís roar,
But that blessed star of liberty
Shall never blaze again,
Till we strike like Michael Dwyer
And his mountain men!


This page is a part of Philipp's Home Of The Free.