I sing no song of long ago, of the warriors staunch and bold,
Who bore their spears on the Irish hills in the golden days of old,
But I raise a rann for our own dear lads, the loyal, brave and true,
Who flung their lives in the bearna bhaoil, the Soldiers of '22.

When they heard the call of a cause laid low, they sprang to their guns again,
And the pride of all was the first to fall, the glory of our fighting men,
In the days to come, when the pipe and drum, you follow each ways they knew,
When their praise you sing, let the echoes ring with the memory of Cathal Brugha.

Brave Liam Lynch on the moutainside, fell a victim to the foe,
And Dinny Lacey for Ireland died, in the glen of Aherlow,
Neil Boyle and Quinn from the north came down to stand with the faithful few,
And we'll sing their praise in the freedom days among the heroes of '22.

Some fell in the proud red rush of war and some by the treacherous blow,
Like the martyrs four in Dublin Town and their comrades at Drumboe,
And a hundred more in the barrack squares and by lonely roadsides too,
Without fear they died and we speak with pride of the martyrs of '22.

They were right, true, the best and they fought for fight and they rest for peace of God,
Lift up your hearts, oh, brave young men and march in the ways they trod,
And the cause still calls that called to them and the task will be only through,
When freedom comes to the land that was loved, by the Soldiers of '22.