Well, God save ye all and I'm glad to meet you
But I'm sorry I have got nothin
Since I can't treat you, I'll try to please you
With those few verses I'm goin' to sing.
II
For I am no man to run down nations
No envious blood through my veins does flow
For while I'm speaking, my poor heart is aching
For the dear old land where the shamrocks grow.
III
Where are the men who once fought for Ireland?
Where is the war cry they loved so well?
Some time ago we had need to call them
When our Irish boys with starvation fell.
IV
It would be no wonder if our Irish maidens
With grief o'er laden refused to smile.
If where they wander they stand and ponder
On those heroes brave from the Emerald Isle.
V
Where are the men like Wolfe Tone and Grattan
And Robert Emmet who fought against their foes,