I'll [Am] sing you a
song of a [G] row in the [Am] town,
When the [C] green flag
went [Am] up and the [G] Crown rag came [Am] down,
Twas the [C] neatest
and [G] sweetest thing [Am] ever you [C] saw,
And they [Am] played
the best [G] games played in [C] Erin Go [Am] Bragh.
One of our leaders was
down at Ring's end,
For the honor of Ireland
to hold and defend,
He had no veteran soldiers
but volunteers raw,
Playing sweet Mauser
music for Erin Go Bragh.
Now here's to gallant
Pearse and our comrades who died
Tom Clark, MacDonagh,
MacDiarmada, McBryde,
And here's to James
Connolly who gave one hurrah,
And faced the machine
guns for Erin Go Bragh.
One brave English 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
poisoning in Erin Go Bragh.
Old Ceannt and his comrades
like lions at bay,
From the South Dublin
Union poured death and dismay,
And what was their horror
when the Englishmen saw
All the dead khaki soldiers
in Erin Go Bragh.
Now here's to old Dublin,
and here's her renown,
In the long generation
her fame will go down,
And our children will
tell how their forefathers saw,
The red blaze of freedom
in Erin Go Bragh.
