Classic Poem

Hark to the tramp of the Young Guard of Eireann!
Firm is each footstep and erect is each head.
Soldiers of Freedom, unfearing and eager
To follow the teachings of her hero dead.

Chorus:

On for Freedom, Fianna Eireann!
Set we our faces to the dawning day —
The day in our own land when strength and daring
Shall end for evermore the Saxon sway.

Strong be our hands, like the Fianna Eireann,
Who won for her glory in the days that are gone;
Clean be our thinking and truthful our speaking,
That we may deserve her when the fight is done.
Chorus .

Soldiers and champions of Eireann, our mother,
Fear we no Sasanach — his schemes or his steel;
Foes of the foeman, but comrades and brothers
Of all who are striving for our Eire's weal.
Chorus .