[Verse]
In Tyrone, Armagh, and Derry, Fermanagh and from Down,
The north gale is rising to bring down the crown,
Once more the old war cry, and the blood running high,
We'll fight to free Ireland, for today we may die,
The day of the slaver will no longer be,
If Gaels stand united, they'll always be free.

[Chorus]
Ireland united, Gaelic and free,
Land of my birth, in freedom you'll be.

[Verse]
From New York and Chicago, in Glasgow and in Perth,
The Gaelic storm is growing, it's sweeping across the earth,
We'll serve no queen or Kremlin, in freedom we shall dwell,
If they try to step in England's shoеs, we'll see them all in hell,
Thеre's no force on this earth can ever stand the tide,
Of a nation united, with truth on its side.

[Chorus]
Ireland united, Gaelic and free,
Land of my birth, formed to be free.

[Verse]
The banshee's mournful whisper of an old lost battle scene,
A true Gael's blood is calling to preserve our ancient green,
Is there any mind so shallow, is there any heart so black,
Can watch his county's body tore apart on England's rack?
Remember, now in Ireland, brave men will fight and die,
To keep that shining vision alive and burning high.

[Chorus]
Ireland united, Gaelic and free,
Shining in splendor, her true destiny,
Ireland united, Gaelic and free.