| In Armagh and in Derry in Antrim and in Down
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| The North Gael is rising to bring down the Crown
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| Once more the old war cry and the blood running high
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| We’ll fight for true Ireland for today we will die
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| Ireland united Gaelic and free
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| Land of my birth in freedom you’ll be
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| From New York and Chicago in Sydney and in Perth
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| The Gaelic storm is growing it’s sweeping across the earth
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| To serve the Queen or Kremlin in freedom we shall dwell
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| And to try to step in England’s shoes we’ll see them all in hell
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| Ireland united Gaelic and free
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| Land of my birth we’re born to be free
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| The banshee’s mournful whisper of an old lost battle scene
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| The true Gael’s blood is falling to preserve our ancient green
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| The day of the slaver will no longer be
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| And when Gaels stand united they’ll always be free
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| Ireland united Gaelic and free
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| Land of my birth in freedom you’ll be
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| Is there any mind so yellow is there any heart so black
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| Can stand and watch their country torn apart on England’s rack
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| Remember now in Belfast good men will fight and die
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| To keep the shining vision alive and burning high
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| Ireland united Gaelic and free
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| Shining in splendour our true destiny
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| Ireland united Gaelic and free
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| Shining in splendour our true destiny |