DEIRDRE OF THE SORROWS

Oh Deirdre of the Sorrows,

What a debt we owe to you.

Sad todays and no tomorrows

For a country rent in two.

Brothers jailed and father murdered

Wives and children bereft.

Oh Deirdre of the Sorrows,

What a legacy you left.

Oh Deirdre of the Sorrows,

Canst thou see from where thou are,

That the land thou loved, and loved thee,

Fights a never ending war;

The cause a just a righteous one

Their freedom to regain.

Oh Deirdre of the Sorrows

Shall the struggle be in vain.

Oh Deirdre of the Sorrows

Thou hast climbed the golden stair.

Then surely thou art happy,

For there is no sorrow there,

‘Midst the souls of Ireland’s martyrs

Where Thine own must surely be,

Oh Deirdre of the Sorrows

Pray that Ireland may be free !