I ask not favours form the proud,
From monarch, princes or peer.
For plaudits of the thoughtless crowds,
That every breath may veer-
To human kind I've never bowed,
My God alone I fear!
The Island Home that birth one gave,
I love her rock-bound shore,
I love her sons, the deathless brave,
Who fell in days of yore,
In Wexford Hills by Boyne's bright wave
Clontarf and Shannon's shore.