IRELAND, BOYS, HURRAH !

Michael Scanlan

From Dublinís smoke to Connachtís hills
From Cork to Inishowen
Weíre gathered, hope our bosom thrills;
Our trust - Ourselves Alone!
Our purpose one with those whoíve gone
The true manís upward way,
For dear old Ireland, loved old Ireland,
Ireland, boys, hurrah!

Weíre scant of cultured thought or skill
Or golden store to spare;
But honest hearts and earnest will
To do what men may dare;
To keep the blaze of other days Alive by hill and bay,
For dear old Ireland, brave old Ireland,
Ireland, boys, hurrah!

To cherish still the olden strains
That cheered the long ago
Ere Munsterís vales or Leinsterís plains
Had known a foreign foe,
Be ours and rhyme their magic chime
To many a rousing lay
For dear old Ireland, loved old Ireland,
Ireland, boys, hurrah!

We little reck of creed or race;
Weíve welcome warm for all
Prepared to take the true menís place
When Erin sounds the call.
We sing the tale of Gall and Gael
That cursed our fatherís day
For dear old Ireland, brave old Ireland,
Ireland, boys, hurrah!

Then who so treasures in his heart
The thoughts that thrill our veins,
Come lend a hand to rend apart
Our nationís festering chains.
Our strength is slight, but every mite
Adds something to thíarray
Of patient Ireland, watchful Ireland,
Ireland, boys, hurrah!


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