American Old Time Song Lyrics: 07 Erin Go Bragh
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 7
ERIN-GO-BRAGH.
Ye sons of Hibernia, howe'er low in station,
Or where'er you be come attend to my call,
Resist all attempts, and unshackle your nation,
Old Ireland. 1 mean, or, alas! she must fall;
With burdens so great, and her liberty sinking,
Its beauty nigh gone-on destruction it's blinking.
Then on, my brave boys, don't let's stand idly thinking,
While Ireland's our country, dear Erin-go-bragh.
Oh! Erin, my country, once happy and free,
With pleasure I stood on thy once native shore;
But, alas! cruel fortune has turned foe to thee,
Oh! Erin Mavourueen, thy case I deplore;
Bound down by a shackle that's linked to a snare,
By foes base and keen, who have filled thee with care,
Then on, my brave boys, we'll show we play fair,
For Ireland's our country, dear Erin-go-bragh.
Oh! England,.your taunts and your censures give o'er,
And spite not that country that's equal to you,
But join hand in hand, each day and each hour,
With Scotland, our friends-all to each other true.
United by friendship, we'll joiu in a band,
Determined to fight for our kings, laws, and land,
Then on, my brave boys, don't let us here stand,
While Ireland's our country, dear Erin-go-bragh.