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GREEN-ROBED INISFAIL

Far far away from Erin's home some of our brave sons roam
Across the broad Atlantic foam, three thousand miles from home
No matter where they chance to stray they love each fair and vale
Where Shannon's purple tide rolls free through green-robed Inisfail

No wonder they would love their land, the land St Patrick blessed
Ah, a lovely land and God's command, the Eden of the west
Where peace had reigned triumphantly til the British came o'er
And tore our Irish homesteads through green-robed Inisfail

When Donal sailed away from the lovely western shore
Unto the olive groves of Spain for to return no more
He's gone he's gone our heroes cried, his loss we will bewail
He's gone he's gone he'll never return through green-robed Inisfail

When Allen, Larkin and O'Brien stood in the gallows tree
Far from their homes and friends and their mother country
It was in that dark and dreary cell in a cold Manchester jail
They roared 'may God save Ireland and green-robed Inisfail'

Dear land you've raised another son, the best that was e'er seen
Who fought his way and rowed the troops of England's virgin Queen
Who fought for peace and liberty, it was dauntless Hugh O'Neill
Who tore their flags, their orange flags, through green-robed Inisfail

Dear land you have suffered sorely through centuries it's true
But thanks to God, those tyrants could not our sons subdue
On many a well-contested plain, where bullets flew like hail
Our gallant sons they nobly fought for green-robed Inisfail