FENIAN BATTLE-SONG.

HURRAH! we stand on Irish land, Our hated foe before us, And once for all, to rise or fall, The green flag flying o’er us, We’ve raised it proudly overhead. God prosper our endeavor, Unite our bands, and nerve our hands, To keep it there forever! We marched away at break of day, And sweethearts left behind us, To strike one blow at yon false foe, Whose rusty fetters bind us. For while we bear the name of men, We’ll crouch no more as slaves, boys, Oh, Ireland shall be free again, Or we’ll be in our graves, boys! We’ve listened long to traitors mean, False England’s scarlet praising; We’ve heard them mock our Irish green Until our blood seemed blazing! And chieftains, too, who should be true, Have kept our ranks asunder, But Faction’s sound to-day is drowned In Freedom’s battle-thunder! Then here’s hurrah for all the brave, No matter who may lead ’em, And here’s a curse on every slave Who mars the cause of freedom! Let leaders vain aside remain Until their feuds are ended, ’Tis by the man who knows no clan Our flag must be defended. We’ve men from Galway to Kildare, From Limerick’s walls to Derry, Bold ramblers from the County Clare And mountaineers from Kerry. We’ll chase our alien foes away, We’ll tear our bonds asunder; We care not who’s to lead to-day, We’ll fight and conquer under!