WE FOUGHT FOR YOUR CAUSE(The Home-Rule Bill)
The Irish nation now appeals for justice and her rights;
She tells you how her sons have helped to win your glorious fights:
And her requests are now backed up by Englishmen of skill,
And foremost in the field we find the grand old people's will.
Under the greatest sorrows Ireland's sons have borne their load:
But cheerfully they've struggled on a fearful uphill road.
'Tis justice Ireland craves for and she tells this to her foes;
She does not wish at all to tear her shamrock from your rose.
We've fought for your cause, obeyed all your laws;
And do the very same again we will.
Treat Ireland as a nation, we don't want separation,
Contented we would be with Gladstone's Home-Rule Bill.
The Grand Old Man has tried for years, as statesman and premier.
To give us justice, and at last the goal he has come near;
He tried coercion and he found that was of no avail;
Against him then, against him now, his enemies all rail-
The first of English statesmen to hold out a friendly hand,
And offer consolation to a suffering helpless land;
He knows we want but justice and the common rights of men;
This clever statesman knows that we should be contented then.
Our enemies have called us rebels and laugh at all our woes;
But have they laughed when we have gone to thrash old England's foes
Our spotless fame these enemies have many times traduced;
But a Wellington, a Wolsley and a Roberts we've produced.
We've statesmen good And true, tho' agitators they've been named,
Because they've spoken in Ireland's cause they have been greatly blamed:
As children love their mother, so we love the isle of green;
Contented and industrious 'neath Home Rule we should be seen- Cho.