They came from the north
Pillaging hoards
Clamouring to rape and defile
As their longships break shore
The horn blast of war
Shatters the still of our emerald isle
Ionroir
Erin go bragh!
Raising our cliadheamh-mor
We’ll send them below
Their only clemency
Be the dead man’s glory
Now blood paints the sand
As we make our stand
Driving them back to the water
Destiny calls the heathen must fall
Preserving this land
For our sons and our daughters
Men of the eire
Summon your will and burn bright
And rise for your mother isle
Victory’s in sight
Brothers, be brave and we live
As they die 'neath the irish sky
