Classic Poem

Air: Fainne Geal an Lae.

The hour has come to strike a blow
For Freedom and the Right,
And proudly, gladly do I go
To meet the coming fight,
In life or death, in joy or dree
No power can part us two,
And under God my thoughts shall be
Of Eirinn and of you.

The blackbird's song will fill the grove,
The thrush will pipe again,
And all the golden dreams we wove
Will haunt the lonely glen;
Our dreams of love and joy and peace,
A stor , may ne'er come true,
But prayers of mine shall never cease
For Eirinn and for you.

My heart was yours through all the years —
Yours and the land's we love —
We've pledged our faith, in smiles and tears,
To her and God above.
No foe can harm me in the strife
We wage for Roisin Dubh ,
I've given my hopes, my love, my life
To Him and her and you.