IV.
Time-honoured comrades of the brave—
Fond relics of their fame,
Does Ireland hold one coward slave
Would yield you up to shame?
One dastard who would tamely view
The alien's hand
Insulting brand
The Arms of "Eighty-two?"
STAND TOGETHER.
Stand together, brothers all!
Stand together, stand together!
To live or die, to rise or fall,
Stand together, stand together!
Old Erin proudly lifts her head—
Of many tears the last is shed;
Oh! for the living—by the dead!
Stand together, true together!
Stand together, brothers all!
Close together, close together!
Be Ireland's might a brazen wall—
Close up together, tight together!
Peace!—no noise!—but hand in hand
Let calm resolve pervade your band,
And wait—till nature's God command—
Then help each other, help each other!
Stand together, brothers all!
Proud together—bold together!
From Kerry's cliffs to Donegal,
