I'll Meet The Raging Of The Skies,

Oh, How Hard It Is To Find The One Just Suited To Our Mind!

On The Green Banks Of Shannon, When Sheelah Was Nigh, No Blithe Irish Lad Was So Happy As I, No Harp Like My Own Could So Cheerily Play, And Wherever I Went Was My Poor Dog Tray.

The Patriot's Blood Is The Seed Of Freedom's Tree.

Tomorrow Let Us Do Or Die!

Who Hail Thee, Man! The Pilgrim Of The Day, Spouse Of The Worm, And Brother Of The Clay.