Fill up once more, we'll drink a toast to comrades far away,
No nation on earth can boast of braver hearts than they,
And though they sleep in dungeons deep, or flee outlawed and banned,
We love them yet, we can't forget, the felons of our land

Let cowards mock and tyrants frown,ah, little do we care,
A felon's cap is the noblest crown an Irish head can wear,
And every Gael in Inishfail, who scorns the serf's vile brand,
From Lee to Boyne, would gladly join the felons of our land.

Above are the first and fourth verses according to Danny Doyle and Terence Folan in their book "The gold sun of Irish freedom". The verses that you give, Ard, are their 2nd and 3rd.