I saw it blazed, the holy flame, that called from hill and valley,
The brave and true in Ireland's name, to Ireland's cause to rally,
I saw them haste from mountain glen,a solemn sight to see then,
A gathering of united men, march proudly on for freedom.

They meet within a valley where the Slaney shining river,
All softly throws upon the earth, the self same chorus ever,
And through the night I could decry, my father's pike lay glistened,
They sang the marching song and I stood silently to listen.

They marched away the music died, my father heaven speed him,
Is gone tonight my mother cried, to fight for Ireland's freedom,
Tomorrow proudly shall arise, by mountain, hill, and kern,
Upon it's own dear native skies, the banner green of Erin.

And so it did when morning came I saw it flutter proudly,
And still it blazed that holy flame I heard it crackle loudly,
Like father soon that banner fell, that flame had once still burned
My father awful sad to tell he never more returned.

Full many a year has passed since then and yet in fancy's dreaming,
I see within that lonely glen the green flag proudly streaming,
I even see the gathering there and see the pike blaze glisten,
And when there comes the marching air I pause awhile and listen.

And dreamily I see the flame that called from hill and valley,
The brave and true in Ireland's name, for Ireland's cause did rally,
But now I'm old and shattered much, yet heaven may I die there,
Until I see another flame, burn bright, and long, and holy there.