See who comes over the
red blossomed heather
Their green banners
kissing the pure
mountain air
Heads erect eyes front,
stepping proudly
together
Freedom sits throned on
each proud spirit there
Down the hill twining,
their blessed steel
shining
Like rivers of beauty
that flow from each glen
From mountain and
valley, 'tis Liberty's
rally
Out and make way for the
bold Fenian Men!
We've men from the Nore,
from the Suir and the
Shannon
Let tyrants come forth,
we'll bring force
against force
Our pen is the sword and
our voice is the cannon
Rifle for rifle and
horse against horse |
We've made the false
Saxon yield many a red
battlefield
God on our side we will
triumph again
Pay them back woe for
woe, give them back blow
for blow
Out and make way for the
bold Fenian Men!
Side by side for the
cause have our
forefathers battled
Our hills never echo'd
the tread of a slave
In many's a field where
the leaden hail rattled
Through the red gap of
glory they march'd to
their grave
And those who inherit
their name and their
spirit
Will march 'neath the
banners of Liberty then
All who love foreign
law, native or Saxon
Must out and make way
for the bold Fenian Men |