[Verse]
We drink to the memory of the brave, the faithful and the few,
Some lie far off beyond the wave, some sleep in Ireland too,
Although their gone but still live on, the fame of those who died,
All true men, like you, men, remember them with pride.

[Chorus]
Who fears to speak of '98? Who blushes at the name?
When cowards mock each patriot's fate, who hangs his head in shamе?
He's all a knave or half a slave, who slights his country thus,
For a truе man, like you, man, will fill your glass with us.

[Verse]
Some on the shores of distant lands, their weary hearts have laid,
And by a stranger's heedless hands, their lonely graves were made,
But though their clay be far away, beyond the Atlantic foam,
In true men, like you, men, their spirits still at home.

[Chorus]
Who fears to speak of the Fenian men? Who blushes at their name?
When cowards mock each patriot's fate, who hangs their head in shame?
He's all a knave or half a slave, who slights his country thus,
For a true man, like you, man, will fill your glass with us.

[Verse]
Then here's their memory, may it be for us a guiding light,
To cheer our strife for liberty and teach us to unite,
Though good and I'll be Ireland still and sad will be her fate,
And true like you, men, like those of '98.

[Chorus]
Who fears to speak of Easter Week? Who blushes at the name?
When cowards mock each patriot's fate, who hangs his head in shame?
He's all a knave or half a slave, who slights his country thus,
For a true man, like you, man, would fill your glass with us.