Slainte na H-Éirinn
O wind-drifted Branch, lift your head to the sun,
For the sap of new life in your veins hath begun,
And a little young bud of the tenderest green
Mine eyes through the snow and the sorrow have seen!
O little green bud, break and blow into flower,
Break and blow through the welcome of sunshine and shower:
'Twas a long night and dreary you hid there forlorn,
But now the cold hills wear the radiance of morn!
And there will be joy in our hearts since you bring
A whisper of Hope and a promise of Spring —
A Spring that is fairer for long waiting years,
And a Hope that is dearer because of our tears.
For the sap of new life in your veins hath begun,
And a little young bud of the tenderest green
Mine eyes through the snow and the sorrow have seen!
O little green bud, break and blow into flower,
Break and blow through the welcome of sunshine and shower:
'Twas a long night and dreary you hid there forlorn,
But now the cold hills wear the radiance of morn!
And there will be joy in our hearts since you bring
A whisper of Hope and a promise of Spring —
A Spring that is fairer for long waiting years,
And a Hope that is dearer because of our tears.
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