God Save Ireland
God save Ireland, said the heros God save Ireland, said they all.
Whether on the scaffold high or the battlefield we die, oh what matter when for Éirinn we fall.
Higjh up on the gallows tree swung the noble hearted tree.
By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom,
but they met him face to face with the courage of their race and they went souls undaunted to their doom.
God save Ireland, said the heros God save Ireland, said they all.
Whether on the scaffold high or the battlefield we die, oh what matter when for Éirinn we fall.
When they're up the rugged stair
rang their voices out in prayer.
Then with England's fatal cord around them cast
close beside the gallows tree
kissed like brothers lovingly
true to home and faith and freedom to the last.
God save Ireland, said the heros God save Ireland, said they all.
Whether on the scaffold high or the battlefield we die, oh what matter when for Éirinn we fall.
Never till the latest day
shall the memory pass away?
Oh, the gallant lives thus given for our land
but on the cause must go
amid joy and weal and woe
'till we make our Isle a nation free and grand.
God save Ireland, said the heros God save Ireland, said they all.
Whether on the scaffold high or the battlefield we die, oh what matter when for Éirinn we fall.
Hh what matter when for Éirinn we fall.
Whether on the scaffold high or the battlefield we die, oh what matter when for Éirinn we fall.
Higjh up on the gallows tree swung the noble hearted tree.
By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom,
but they met him face to face with the courage of their race and they went souls undaunted to their doom.
God save Ireland, said the heros God save Ireland, said they all.
Whether on the scaffold high or the battlefield we die, oh what matter when for Éirinn we fall.
When they're up the rugged stair
rang their voices out in prayer.
Then with England's fatal cord around them cast
close beside the gallows tree
kissed like brothers lovingly
true to home and faith and freedom to the last.
God save Ireland, said the heros God save Ireland, said they all.
Whether on the scaffold high or the battlefield we die, oh what matter when for Éirinn we fall.
Never till the latest day
shall the memory pass away?
Oh, the gallant lives thus given for our land
but on the cause must go
amid joy and weal and woe
'till we make our Isle a nation free and grand.
God save Ireland, said the heros God save Ireland, said they all.
Whether on the scaffold high or the battlefield we die, oh what matter when for Éirinn we fall.
Hh what matter when for Éirinn we fall.
Credits
Writer(s): Dermot O Brien, George Root, Timothy Sullivan
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