| Come shoulder, boys, to shoulder now
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| The dawn is reddening o’er
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| The hills that circle Ireland’s brow
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| The seas that ring her shore
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| Then hark for now the deckless past
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| Our fathers' voices call
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| For Ireland first and Ireland last
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| And Ireland over all
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| For this dear land our fathers fought
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| For her our martyrs died
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| And could we gain the gall they sought
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| We’d freely die with pride
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| Then would the skies be overcast
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| Bring out your slogan call
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| Old Ireland first and Ireland last
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| And Ireland over all
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| Oh, where Lord would be here today
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| Our fearless Father John
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| Their spirits to our soul would say
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| «Keep fighting, fighting on
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| Unfurl your banner to the blast
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| And let your slogan call»
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| Dear Ireland first and Ireland last
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| And Ireland over all
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| Then shoulder, boys, to shoulder, still
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| As through the weary night
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| We’ll stand 'til freedom’s banner will
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| In glory and in might
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| Float broadly o’er this mountain blessed
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| And we around would fall
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| Here’s Ireland first and Ireland last
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| And Ireland over all
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| For Ireland and Ireland last
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| And Ireland over all |