Bold Fenian Men - The Wolfe Tones

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 Shannon

Let the tyrant come forth, we 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

When our hills never echoed the tread of a slave

In many a field where the leaden hail rattled

Through the red gap of glory they marched 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 Sassanach

Must out and make way for the Bold Fenian Men!