With the coming of Easter all hearts throb with cheer,
As we hail our loved Banba with greetings sincere.
And renew our allegiance within the true fold,
Of an Irish Republic – the Green, White and Gold.
We fear not for Banba whilst she has brave sons,
Who dread not Free Staters, invaders or Huns.
And her beautiful daughters, like Granua of old,
To crush the “mere Irish” with the green, white and gold.
Banba no weeps for her traitorous sons,
Who bartered her birthright at the threat of big guns.
They sundered our nation and strayed from the fold,
Of an Irish Republic – the green, white and gold.
The might of the tyrant will never subside,
The children of Granua and dauntless Red Hugh.
Or the clans of O’Neill who were fearless and bold,
For an Irish Republic – the green, white and gold.
Peace to our brave ones who battled and died,
Liam Lynch and Liam Mellows, McKee and McBride.
Tom Ashe and McSweeney; young Barry so bold,
Who died for our emblems – the green, white and gold.
They feared not machine guns or gibbet or squad,
As they battled for Eire, for justice and God.
Their deeds and their valour were proud to behold,
In defence of our emblems – the green, white and gold.
Unconquered is Banba whilst she hath brave men,
Who’ll march in the vanguard our freedom to win.
By traitors and Staters our nation was sold,
Still we’ll cling to our emblems – the green, white and gold.
Weep not loved Banba, your fight’s not in vain,
The invaders you’ll crush ‘neath the flag of Sinn Fein.
Triumphant your children will march in the fold,
And unfurl our emblems – the green, white and gold.
Arise, lovely Banba, from serfdom arise,
And freedom’s bright sun will illume your fair skies.
Then, Pearse’s great banner we’ll proudly unfold,
O’er an Irish Republic – the green, white and gold.
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