I'll sing you a song of a row in the town,
When the green flag went up and the Crown flag came down,
Twas the neatest and sweetest thing ever you saw,
And they played that great game they call Erin Go Bragh.

God bless gallant Pearse and his comrades who died,
Tom Clark, MacDonagh, MacDiarmad, MacBride,
And here's to James Connolly who gave one "Hurrah!"
And faced the machine guns for Erin Go Bragh.

Now, one of our leaders was down in Ringsend,
For the honour of Ireland to uphold and defend,
He had no veteran soldiers but volunteers raw,
Playing sweet Mauser music for Erin Go Bragh.

Old Ceannt and his comrades like lions at bay,
From the South Dublin Union poured death and dismay,
But what was then often the invaders men saw,
All the dead khaki soldiers on Erin Go Bragh,

A great foreign captain was raving that day,
Saying, "Give me one hour and I'll blow you away",
But a big Mauser bullet got stuck in his jaw,
And he died of lead poison on Erin Go Bragh.

A glory to Dublin, to her do renown,
In the long generations her fame will go down,
And the children will tell how their forefathers saw,
The red blaze of freedom o'er Erin Go Bragh.