I speak with grandeur one night in slumber,
My mind did wander near to Athlone,
The central station of this Irish nation,
A congregation on to me was shown,
Beyond my counting upon a mountain,
Near to a fountain that clearly ran,
My feet did tremble, I'll not dissemble,
As they assembled for the Rights of Man.

All clad in green there I thought I'd seen there,
A virtuous queen who was grave and old,
Saying, "Children dear now, do not fear now,
But come and hear what I will unfold,
This fertile country for seven centuries,
Since Strongbow's entry upon our land,
Has been kept under with woes unnumbered,
And always plundered of the Rights of Man."

"Our cause was chided and so derided,
And when divided alas you know,
Old England's order round Erin's border,
Strife, grief and murder have left you low,
Let each communion detest disunion,
In love and union join hand in hand,
Believe old Gráinne that proud Britannia,
Shall no more rob you of the Rights of Man.".