One Black Sheep Will Never Spoil the. Flock.
Old Ireland, the shepherdess, and Irishmen, her flock.
We've always tried to keep them into the fold;
But some have fallen foolishly in the fox's snare,
Whose patriotism preached their creed was gold.
The world condemns the shepherdess,
And all her flock as well,
Because a foolish few were led astray;
There are black sheep found in every flock,
No matter where you go,
And as an Irishman I'm proud to say:
That we'll still be staunch and true
To the red, white and blue,
Our royalty is firmer than a rock;
And the sorrows of to-day
Shall to-morrow pass away,
For one black sheep will never spoil the flock.
The enemies of our country would be only glad to see
That poor unhappy island worse than now;
Though the black sheep of her flock
Have proved traitors to the core,
Yet may their heads in shame and sorrow bow.
Yet in spite of all her foemen,
Or whate'er they may do
To dim the brilliant luster of her name,
The future of that nation shall be brighter than the past,
And Irishmen will fight for her the same.-Chorus.