I'll sing you a song of a row in the town,
When the green flag went up and the Crown rag came down,
Twas the neatest and sweetest thing ever ye saw,
And they play the best game played in Erin Go Bragh.

God rest gallant Pearse and his comrades who died,
Tom Clark, MacDonagh, MacDiarmad, MacBride,
And a here's to Jim Connolly who gave one "Hurrah!"
And placed the machine guns for Erin Go Bragh.

One of our leaders were down in Ringsend,
For the honour of Ireland to hold and defend,
He had no veteran soldiers but volunteers raw,
Playing sweet Mauser music for Erin Go Bragh.

Old Ceannt and his comrades like lions at bay,
From the South Dublin Union poured death and dismay,
And what was their wrath when the Englishmen saw,
All the dead khaki soldiers in Erin Go Bragh,

A brave English captain was raving that day,
Saying, "Give me one hour and I'll blow you away",
But a big Mauser bullet got stuck in his jawcraw
And he died of lead poison on Erin Go Bragh.

All glory to Dublin, to her's do renown,
In the long generations her fame will go down,
And the children will tell how their forefathers saw,
The red blaze of freedom o'er Erin Go Bragh.