How about this:

O land of my fathers O land of my love
Dear mother of minstrels who kindle and move
And hero on hero who at honours proud call
For freedom their lifeblood let fall
Eire, Eire oh but my heart is with you
As long as the sea,
Your bulwark shall be
To Ireland my heart shall be true.

O land of the mountains, the bard's paradise,
Whose precipice, valleys lone as the skies,
Green murmuring forest, far echoing flood
Fire the fancy and quicken the blood
Eire, Eire oh but my heart is with you
As long as the sea,
Your bulwark shall be
To Ireland my tongue shall be true.

For though' the fierce foeman has ravaged your realm,
The old speech of Ireland he cannot overwhelm,
Our passionate poets to silence command
Or banish the harp from your strand.
Eire, Eire oh but my heart is with you
As long as the sea,
Your bulwark shall be
To Ireland my tongue shall be true.