O God that I
May arise with the Gael
To the song in the sky
Over Inisfail!
...
As I went over the Far Hill,
Just beyond Rathkelly,
-- Och, to be on the Far Hill
O'er Newtonstewart Town!
...
The Provinces
O God that I
May arise with the Gael
To the song in the sky
Over Inisfail!
Ulster, your dark
Mold for me;
Munster, a lark
Hold for me!
Connaght, a `caoine'
Croon for me;
Lienster, a mean
Stone for me!
O God that I
May arise with the Gael
To the song in the sky
Over Inisfail!