Sung by Johnny Roach.
Oh, have you heard the news, my boys.
That glorious news to-day;
Those gallant sons, with pikes and guns,
Are girding for the fray.
The exiles are returning,
Their dear old land to see;
And you and me must ready be
To strike for liberty.
We'll tear that British banner down,
And we'll every foe destroy;
Till we trample in the bloody dust
Of an Irish Fontenoy.
The green flag shall wave over us.
As it did in days of yore;
And the dear old harp of Tara's Hall
Shall strike its chords once more:
And the tune we'll play, shall be Patrick's Day,
And we'll play it o'er and o'er,
And soon you'll see old Ireland free,
. And the exiles home once more.-Chorus.
We have begged of England long, my boys,
But now we'll beg no more;
No more like prowling hounds we'll crawl
Around our master's door;
We have learned the way to freedom, boys,
And soon we'll strike the blow
That will raise up poor old Ireland,
. And lay the tyrant low. - Chorus.