Charlie Óg Sinn Féin

Today our hopes are higher than they have been in the past,

The sun of Independence beams down on us at last,

No more the land of bondage, of trial and of tears,

The brutal hand of tyranny forever disappears.

Abroad there is a lady fair, Miss Freedom, is her name,

The Harbinger of Liberty, the Faculty of Fame,

Monarchs all admire her, she dwells in France and Spain,

The foster sister of a youth, called Charley Og Sinn Fein.

She left this land of ours some centuries ago,

Her noble soul unfit to bear with Sarsfield’s overthrow,

She brushed her golden hair aside, she turned and beheld,

The savage herd of horse and foot by which she was expelled.

Grattan sought and found her out and brought her back again,

To make the land more happy and to help her to remain,

But villains sold her to the foe for titles and champagne,

Which leaves the true heart bleeding of Charley Og Sinn Fein.

But her ladyship is coming for she is too long away,

Sycophants and critics are the cause of her delay,

But when she comes with fifes and drums, we’ll tell the world plain,

That we wish success to her sweet self and Charley Og Sinn Fein.