[Verse]
Ah, well we've heard of revolutions and we've read of the bloody wars,
We've seen our land disfigured by the dirty Saxon scars,
We've seen our ships go sailing with the best from vale and hill,
But there are stalwart hearts in Ireland yet to fight for Ireland still.

[Chorus]
Hup, for it's a grand old country every time,
With her trees and rivers and rocks 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,
And Mother England battened on our misеry and woe,
She baked us and shе flaked us and the snivellers cried, "Amen!"
But the world all knows old Ireland rose from out the dust again.

[Chorus]
Hup, for it's a grand old country every time,
With her trees and rivers and rocks 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]
And now we'll pray for Mother England, till we're waiting for the day,
We'll pray for Mother England, till we're blind and bald and grey,
We'll pray that dying, she may die, that drowning, she may drown,
And if she tends to rise her head, we'll pray to push it down.

[Chorus]
Hup, for it's a grand old country every time,
With her trees and rivers and rocks 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.

[Outro]
For it's a grand old country every time,
For it's a grand old country every time.