[Verse]
Oh, Ireland, land of heroes bold,
Forever is you shame,
The flower of Ireland's womanhood,
By a tyrant is in chained.

In prison cells, by monsters held,
Insulted, tortured, scorned,
Our sisters, our daughters, sweethearts,
Dark roses midst the thorns.

[Chorus]
Dark roses midst the thorns,
Your love to Ireland sworn,
By the freedom flame, we'll read you names,
Dark roses midst the thorns.

[Verse]
These flowers bloomed in freedom's dawn,
They blossomed pure and bright,
They stood beside our volunteers,
And they shared the fight.

In Derry, Antrim, Armagh,
Down, Fermanagh And Tyrone,
They held our flag of freedom high,
Our roses midst the thorns.

[Chorus]
Dark roses midst the thorns,
Your love to Ireland sworn,
By the freedom flame, we'll read you names,
Dark roses midst the thorns.

[Verse]
So, noble flowers of Ireland,
Once more raise up your heads,
We'll show those brutes and their lackeys,
That our courage it is not fled.

From the love you bare for Ireland,
Our land will be reborn,
Our hearts are set to free you yet,
Our roses midst the thorns.

[Chorus]
Dark roses midst the thorns,
Your love to Ireland sworn,
By the freedom flame, we'll read you names,
Dark roses midst the thorns.