Ye sons of Erin's lovely isle
The land St Patrick blessed
Why do you leave it to the spoil
Of tyrants who oppress
They wronged your fathers long ago
They wrong you now why wait?
Your fathers blood for rights did flow
In 1798
Are you less brave than those who sought
Their wrongs to overthrow
Oh you the sons of men who fought
One hundred years ago
Think on the past they nobly took
Their deeds I venerate
With pride I go to Ballinamuck
To hear '98
I stood upon the moss grown banks
Where Irish heroes sleep
I saw the shamrock bloom around
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