(Words, James Connolly; air, Clare's Dragoons.)
Come, hearken all, the day draws nigh,
When must'ring hosts the cause shall try
Of Labour's right to live and die
Enjoying human freedom
Then Labour's force shall take the field
The liberating sword to wield,
For Labour's own right arm must shield
The cause of Human freedom.
Cho: Shout hurrah for freedoms host,
For freedoms banner, nobly borne.
Shout hurrah, though tempest tossed
Freedom's barque shall ride the storm.
The rights our heroes' lives have bought
The truths our martyrs, dying, taught,
The hearts of men with passion hot
Prepare for human freedom
Its roots are in no barren soil
But watered by the tears of toil
Are spreading fast. No storms can spoil
The plant of human freedom.
Our Native Land! Alas, the name
Is but a sound to tell our shame.
What land have they whose spirits tame
Brook loss of human freedom?
When lake and river, hill and dale,
Hear children's cry and women's wail
Of suffering rise on every gale,
For lack of human freedom.
Our banner waves o'er many bands
Through mount- and ocean-severed lands
With active brain and skillful hands
Fighting for human freedom,
For ancient feuds no more divide,
And ancient hates we thrust aside
Our Class, we know, through battle's tide
Must bear the flag of freedom.
For this since we the world began
Their troubled course the ages ran
And earth in long travail for man
Bare seed of human freedom.
For us and ours that heritage
Was handed down from age to age
That we might write on Hist'ry's page
The Birth of Human Freedom.