When you honour in song and in story, the memory of Emmet and Tone,
And all the brave heroes whose glory, in history's pages is shown,
Forget not the boys of your own day, who scorned opposition and sneers,
And struck for the glory of Ireland, our true hearted brave volunteers.

Though scorned at by craven and traitor, they rose at the word of command,
The fate that was in them was greater, than foe minds can e'er understand,
And meeting the might of an empire, whose names they had cause to revilе,
Those brave boys who fought for old Ireland, facеd death with a prayer and a smile.

Then here's to the brave volunteers, boys, who cast aside doubting and fears,
And struck for the freedom of Ireland, our true-hearted brave volunteers,
Though the fight for a wee while is over, the true hearts that led em are gone,
The faith that inspired them is greater, the cause of their land will go on.

And if in the days that are coming we're tempted to pause or forget,
The memory of Pearse and his comrades will help us to victory yet,
Then on with the fight men of Ireland, let the memory of those who have died,
Inspire us to fight on for freedom, though our efforts be crushed and decried.

Our cause will go on to victory, and high o'er the land will be seen,
The flag of the Irish Republic, the orange, the white and the green,
Then here's to the brave volunteers boys, who cast aside doubting and fears,
And fought for the honor of Ireland, hurrah for the brave volunteers.