Sisters and brothers, comrades all, who trod the olden road with me,
And answering a nation's call dear Mother Erin sworn to free,
To you who'll carry on the fight, my share of deathless hope I give,
Before I pass into the night, slán libh.

Slán libh, a simple Irish phrase of parting but to meet again,
Twixt comrades who through night and days for her dear sake strove might and main,
For her dear sake, remember me, for her dear sake, my faults forgive,
God speed the fight for liberty, slán libh.

Your work allows no time for rest, one longest life is merest span,
Your cause, the bravest, noblest, best that e'er inspired the heart of man,
Fight on, fear not, for God is just, the tyrant he shall cease to live,
And pray for those whose bones are dust, slán libh.