Tis long since Father Sheehy gave his life in dark Clonmel,
Tis long since Willie Neilson served the cause he loved so well,
Tis long since Emmet fought and died his native land to free,
And still brave men must climb the stair of England's gallows tree.

When Allen, Larkin and O'Brien their noble lives laid down,
We swore that from this land we'd drive the forces of the Crown,
But Barry and his comrades died with Ireland still unfree,
And now two more have climbed the stair of England's gallows tree.

Brave Peter Barnes faced his foes with calmness on his face,
And James McCormick voiced once more the bravery of his race,
"Your gibbets and your jails," he cried, "no terrors have for me,
For Ireland's cause I'll proudly die on England's gallows tree!"

"No crime was ours, we fought the fight mongst Ireland's ruthless foes,
Because within young Irish hearts the freedom flame still glows,
God bless our land! God bless the men who'll fight and die as we,
In dungeon dark, in war's red rout, or in the gallows tree!"

The foeman's fears, the foeman's hate have swept their lives away,
And slaves in Ireland helped that foe to hound the IRA,
But bribery stalks the Irish land gainst all who'd set her free,
Above her looms the shadow dark of England's gallows tree.

But raise your hearts for martyrs' blood was never shed in vain,
The day will dawn, the call will come, and men will march again,
The free Republic, proud and strong, from shore to shore we'll see,
The true revenge for all who died on England's gallows tree.