Cheer up, brave hearts, to-morrow´s dawn will see us march again
Beneath old Erin´s flag of green that ne´er has known a stain.
And ere our hands the sword shall yield or furled that banner be
We swear to make our native land from the tyrant´s thraldom free!

For Tone is coming back again with legions o´er the wave,
The scions of Lord Clare´s Brigade, the dear old land to save,
For Tone is coming back again with legions o´er the wave
The dear old land, the loved old land, the brave old land to save!

Though crouching minions preach to us to be the Saxon´s slave,
We´ll teach them all; what pikes can do when hearts are true and brave.
Fling Freedom´s banner to the breeze, let it float o´er land and sea
We swear to make our native land from the tyrant´s thraldom free!

For Tone is coming back again with legions o´er the wave,
The scions of Lord Clare´s Brigade, the dear old land to save,
For Tone is coming back again with legions o´er the wave
The dear old land, the loved old land, the brave old land to save!

Young Dwyer ´mong the heath-clad hills of Wicklow leads his men;
And Russell´s voice stirs kindred hearts in many an Ulster glen;
Brave Father Murphy´s men march on from the Barrow to the sea
We swear to make our native land from the tyrant´s thraldom free!

For Tone is coming back again with legions o´er the wave,
The scions of Lord Clare´s Brigade, the dear old land to save,
For Tone is coming back again with legions o´er the wave
The dear old land, the loved old land, the brave old land to save!

Too long we´ve borne with smouldering wrath the cursed alien laws,
That wreck our shrines and burn our homes and crush our country´s cause;
But now the day has come at last; Revenge our watchword be!
We swear to make our native land from the tyrant´s thraldom free!

For Tone is coming back again with legions o´er the wave,
The scions of Lord Clare´s Brigade, the dear old land to save,
For Tone is coming back again with legions o´er the wave
The dear old land, the loved old land, the brave old land to save!