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High upon the gallows tree swung the noble-hearted Three.
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By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom;
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But they met him face to face, with the courage of their race,
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And they went with souls undaunted to their doom.
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(Chorus)
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"God save Ireland ! " said the heroes;
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"God save Ireland" said they all.
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Whether on the scaffold high
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Or the battlefield we die,
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0, what matter when for Erin dear we fall ! "
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Girt around with cruel foes, still their courage proudly rose,
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For they thought of hearts that loved them far and near;
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Of the millions true and brave o'er the ocean's swelling wave,
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And the friends in holy Ireland ever dear.
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(Chorus repeat)
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Climbed they up the rugged stair, rang their voices out in prayer,
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Then with England's fatal cord around them cast,
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Close beside the gallows tree kissed like brothers lovingly,
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True to home and faith and freedom to the last.
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(Chorus repeat)
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Never till the latest day shall the memory pass away,
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Of the gallant lives thus given for our land;
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But on the cause must go, amidst joy and weal and woe,
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Till we make our Isle a nation free and grand.
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(Chorus repeat)
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God Save Ireland
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| Wolfe Tones |
