The green flag of Connolly
Stands high in Ireland’s sky,
Where the leader of the Citizen Army
Has Pearse & MacDonagh by his side.
And they stand by the gravesides
where the Hunger Strikers sleep,
as their sacrifice was their freedom,
as the lonely Lark still weeps.
Within the Celtic hills
Cuchailinn and his men,
who with the heroes of 1916
shall make Ireland free again,
Free from British tyranny
Ireland will stand as one,
and the lonely Lark will find her nest
in the hearts of Ireland’s sons.
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