[Verse]
Boy, fill your glasses, each hour that passes,
Steals, it may be, on our last night's cheer,
The day soon shall come, boys, with fife and drum, boys,
Breaking shrilly on the soldier's ear.

Drink to the faithful hearts that love us,
Mid to-morrow's thickest fight,
While our green flag floats above us,
Think, boys, tis for them we fight.

[Chorus]
Down with each mean flag, none but the green flag,
Shall in triumph above us be seen,
Think on its glory, long shrined in story,
Charge for Erin and her flag of green!

[Verse]
Think on old Brian, wars mighty lion,
Neath that banner twas he smote the Dane,
The Norse and Saxon oft turned their hacks on,
Those who bore it om each crimsoned plain.

Beal-an-atha-Buí beheld it,
Bagenal's fiery onset curb,
Scotch Munro would fain have feiled it,
We, boys, followed him front red Beihriburb.

[Chorus]
Down with each mean flag, none but the green flag,
Shall in triumph above us be seen,
Think on its glory, long shrined in story,
Charge for Erin and her flag of green!

[Verse]
And if at eve, boys, comrades shall grieve, boys,
O'er our corses, let it be with pride,
When thinking that each, boys, on that red beach, boys,
Lies the flood-mark of the battle's tide.

See the first faint ray of morning,
Gilds the east with yellow light,
Hark! The bugle note gives warning,
One bumper drink to old friends tonight.

[Chorus]
Down with each mean flag, none but the green flag,
Shall in triumph above us be seen,
Think on its glory, long shrined in story,
Charge for Erin and her flag of green!.