I’ll [a] sing you a song of a [G] row in the [a] town
When the [a] green flag went [G] up and the [e] crown rag came [a] down
‘Twas the [a] neatest and [G] sweetest thing [e] ever you [a] saw
And they [a] played that great [G] game they call [a] Erin [G] go [a] Bragh
God bless gallant Pearse and his comrades who died
Tom Clarke and MacDonagh, MacDermott, McBride
And here’s to James Connolly who gave one hurrah
And faced the machine guns for Erin go Bragh
Now, one of our leaders was down in Rings End
For the honor of Ireland to uphold and defend
He had no veteran soldiers but volunteers raw
Playing sweet Mauser music for Erin Go Bragh
Bold Ceannt and his comrades like lions at bay
From the South Dublin Union poured death and dismay
But what was their wrath when the invaders them saw
All the dead khaki soldiers o’er Erin Go Bragh
A great foreign captain was raving that day
Saying, “Give me one hour and I’ll blow you away”
But a big Mauser bullet got stuck in his jaw
And he died of lead poison o’er Erin Go Bragh
O, Glory to Dublin and here’s her renown
In the long generations her fame will go down
And her children will tell how their forefathers saw
The red blaze of freedom o’er Erin Go Bragh
