The song I sing is a song of home, A song of Roisin Dubh.
Of glade and glen, of ford and fen,
Of lake and
Of signs that stand over all the land, To tell of the long ago.
Let your voices ring in the song I sing
Sean-Eire na nGaedheal go deo!
Hurrah! The night is ended,
We see the dawn's red glow;
Oh, shout it high, 'tis a freeman's cry Sean-Eire na nGaedheal
I sing of every wood and stream,
Of tower, and vale, and town.
When brave men died, where brave men tried To tear
the red rag down.
From Cilarraidhe brave to the widest wave Where Lagan's waters flow,
From Teamhair na Riogh to the
winding Laoi Sean-Eire na nGaedheal go deo!
I raise a rann for the ones who tread
The path to the dawning day.
Who will pause no more till their native shore,
Is free from the Saxon sway;
Till from every hill and from every rill The freedom-cry shall go,
From old and young,
in the Gaelic tongue —Sean-Eire na nGaedheal go deo!