I would be obliged to anyone who can add any other verses of this song,

                     The Felons of our land

In boyhood`s bloom and manhood`s pride
Foredoomed by alien laws,
Some on the scaffold proudly died,
for holy Ireland`s cause,
And brothers say, shall we, today,
unmoved by cowards stand,
While traitors shame and foes defame,
The Felons of our land.

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Some in the convict`s dreary cell,
Have found a living tomb,
And some unseen untended fell
within the dungeon`s gloom,
But what care we, although it be
trod by a ruffian band,
God bless the clay where rest to-day
The felons of our land.
                                  Ard Mhacha.