[Verse]
You've read of a revolution and you've read of the bloody wars,
You've seen our land disfigured by the dirty Saxon scars,
You know that ships went sailing with our the best from vale and hill,
But there's hearts and hands in Ireland will free old Ireland still.

[Chorus]
For it's a grand old country every time,
With it's rocks and rivers and lakes and soil and clime,
We're God's own people and we'll shout from tower and steeple,
It's a grand old country every time.

[Verse]
How often we've been flattened out our history books will show,
When Mother England battened on our misеry and woe,
She slacked us and shе baked us and the snivellers cried, "Amen!"
But the world knows how Ireland rose from out the dust again.

[Chorus]
For it's a grand old country every time,
With it's rocks and rivers and lakes and soil and clime,
We're God's own people and we'll shout from tower and steeple,
It's a grand old country every time.

[Verse]
We'll pray for Mother England, while I'm waiting on the day,
I'll pray for Mother England, till I'm blind and bald and grey,
I'll pray that dying, she may die, that drowning, she may drown,
And if ever she tries to lift her head I'll be there to push it down.

[Chorus]
For it's a grand old country every time,
With it's rocks and rivers and lakes and soil and clime,
We're God's own people and we'll shout from tower and steeple,
It's a grand old country every time.