OUR GLORIOUS DEAD

The shadow of mourning hangs o’er Thee, my Ireland,

Thou island of crosses who’s cares never cease.

One more of Thy children has died for the Sireland,

A Martyr has gone, may his soul rest in peace.

The comrades who loved him are mute in their sorrow,

In silence we must carry on with the struggle tomorrow

Our thoughts are today with our Glorious dead.

( Chorus)

Glorious Dead! Glorious Dead! One more bright spirit Heavenwards sped,

Then write one more name on the long roll of honour,

Where Ireland has numbered her Glorious dead.

My Ireland, Thy story makes sorrowful reading,

Just one lonely star in Thy long weary night,

The hand raised to help Thee falls wounded and bleeding,

And wrong is the victor o’er justice and right.

As a last crowning evil, Thy foes would divide Thee,

Not satisfied yet with the blood they have shed,

But that long star of hope, through the darkness shall guide Thee,

The Hallow surrounding our Glorious Dead.

( Chorus)

My Ireland, have hope! In Thy faith be undaunted,

The grim age long struggle draws near to an end,

The power Thy foeman but yesterday flaunted

Tomorrow is needed their own to defend.

And when Honour and Justice and Thine for the giving

Kind Heaven! I pray it may never be said,

That Ireland has failed to pay to the living,

The debt that she owes to her Glorious Dead.

( Chorus).