I am walking with Our Saviour, Our Lord,
on a righteous, rebellious path
from Tipperary over to Dublin Town
carrying his cross upon my back.
The stars in Erin’s sky shine so bright
as we pass through pastures green.
Cú Chulainn’s roar we can hear at night
while banshees roam and scream.
We walk within the blood of the Gael
that has stained my country’s soil,
for sacred Ireland must rise at dawn.
the Imperial hold, we must uncoil.
And when Our Lord instructs us
to fight to the death to defend our land,
we will battle strong to the end
with Rosary beads clenched in our hands.
When the dawn of uprising will arrive,
when the fire of freedom will burn,
we will stare down at our enemy’s gun
praying that Ireland’s birth has begun.