| God save Ireland, said the heroes
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| God save Ireland, said they all
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| Whether on the scaffold high
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| Or the battlefield we die
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| Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall
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| High upon the gallows tree swung the noble hearted three
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| By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom
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| But they met him face to face with the courage of their race
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| And they went with souls undaunted to their doom
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| God save Ireland, said the heroes
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| God save Ireland, said they all
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| Whether on the scaffold high
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| Or the battlefield we die
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| Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall
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| Climbed they up the rugged stair, rang their voices out in prayer
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| Then with England's fatal cord around them cast
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| Close beside the gallows tree kissed like brothers lovingly
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| True to home and faith and freedom to the last
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| God save Ireland, said the heroes
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| God save Ireland, said they all
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| Whether on the scaffold high
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| Or the battlefield we die
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| Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall
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| Never till the latest day shall the memory pass away
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| Of the gallant lives thus given for our land
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| But on the cause must go, amidst joy and weal and woe
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| Till we make our Isle a nation free and grand
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| God save Ireland, said the heroes
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| God save Ireland, said they all
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| Whether on the scaffold high
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| Or the battlefield we die
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| Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall |