(I)On the eve of fair Ireland's misfortune
I speak to na cailíní a word,
To be brave if the manhood of Éire,
Deem it wise to resort to the sword.
To be resolute, patient, patriotic,
As none but our Irish maids could,
To pray that if God may so will it,
To save us from ruin and blood.
(II)Tis a scheme hatched by men who most hate us
Revenge for being honest and bold
Our crime is the real real old one
Greater love for the old land than
(continues on next page)