| (Ionróir, ionróir, ionróir, ionróir
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| Ionróir, ionróir, ionróir, ionróir)
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| They came from the North
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| Pillaging hoards
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| Clamouring to rape and defile
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| As their Longships break shore
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| The horn blast of war, shatters the still of our Emerald Isle
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| (Ionróir, ionróir, ionróir, ionróir)
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| Erin Go Bragh!
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| Raising our Claymore, we’ll send them below
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| Their only clemency
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| Be the Dead Man’s Glory
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| Now blood paints the sand
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| As we make our stand
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| Driving them back to the water
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| Destiny calls «the heathen must fall»
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| Preserving this land for our sons and our daughters
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| (Ionróir, ionróir)
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| Erin Go Bragh!
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| Raising our Claymore, we’ll send them below
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| Their only clemency
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| Be the Dead Man’s Glory
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| Men of the Eire
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| Summon your will and burn bright
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| And rise for your Mother Isle
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| Victory’s in sight
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| Brothers, be brave and we live as they die 'neath the Irish sky
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| Into the fray
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| Hear your brothers wail
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| Erin Go Bragh!
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| Raising our Claymore, we’ll send them below
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| Their only clemency
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| Be the Dead Man’s Glory
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| Erin Go Bragh!
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| Raising our Claymore, we’ll send them below
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| Their only clemency
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| Be the Dead Man’s Glory |