ERIN—OUR OWN LITTLE ISLE.
I.
Oh! Irishmen! never forget—
'Tis a foreigner's farm—your own little isle;
Oh! Irishmen! when will you get
Some life in your hearts for your poor little isle?
Yes! yes!—we've a dear little spot of it!
Oh! yes!—a sweet little isle!
Yes! yes!—if Irishmen thought of it,
'Twould be a dear little, sweet little isle!
II.
Then, come on and rise, ev'ry man of you—
Now is the time for a stir to be made;
Ho! Pat! who made such a lamb of you?
Life to your soul, boy, and strength to your blade!
Yes! yes!—a dear little spot of it!
Oh! yes!—a sweet little isle!
Yes! yes!—if Irishmen thought of it,
Erin once more is our own little isle!
III.
Rise! heartily! shoulder to shoulder—
We'll show 'em our strength with good humour galore!
Rise! rise! show each foreign beholder
We've not lost our love to thee, Erin astore!
For oh! yes!—'tis a dear little spot of it!
Yes! yes!—a sweet little isle!
Yes! yes!—the Irish have thought of it;
Erin for ever—our own little isle!
IV.
Never forget what your forefathers fought for, O!
When, with "O'Nial" or "O'Donnell aboo!"
Sassenaghs ev'rywhere sunk in the slaughter, O!
Vengeance for insult, dear Erin, to you!
For oh! yes!—a dear little spot!
Yes! yes!—a sweet little isle;
Yes! yes!—if Irishmen thought of it,
Erin once more is our own little isle!
V.
Yes, we have strength to make Irishmen free again;
Only unite—and we'll conquer our foe:
And never on earth shall a foreigner see again
Erin a province—though lately so low.
For oh! yes!—we've a dear little spot of it!
Yes! yes!—a sweet little isle!
Yes! yes!—the Irish have thought of it;
Erin for ever—our own little isle!