[D]There's a sacred [G]spot in [D]Dublin,
A place called Arbour [G]Hill.
Where sleeps our noble [D]martyrs
But
their [A]message rings out [D]still.
To you their message is calling
As it did that Easter day
When they flew the flag of freedom
And proclaimed
the I.R.A.
They marched the men in Dublin,
And for Ireland struck a blow.
They cherished it and raised the flag
Over
Dublin's G.P.O.
Traitors tried to sell the cause,
And traitors they may be,
For Pearse had only one in mind,
Old Ireland's
liberty.
They followed Tone and Emmet,
And faced a martyrs grave,
We then must take their message,
If our nation
we must save.
Six counties still subjected,
And are held by Britain still,
So wake up and show devotion,
To the men of
Arbour Hill.
