作曲 : Anonymous Unknown
 You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers
 The war blast is sounding o'er valley and hill
 Too long you have laid in the bed of affliction
 Your moans pierce my heart like a murmuring reel
 Your leaders were banished, yet hope has not left you
 Though firmly bound by the conqueror's chain
 So draw your swords quickly, while strength has been left you
 And make one bold dash for your freedom again
 You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers
 No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade
 Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers
 Now Meaghеr is leading the Irish Brigade
 O how can you slumbеr, submissively yielding
 While the eagle of freedom shrieks loud in the air?
 And on strange battlefields you your sabres are wielding
 No heroes or chieftain more noble are there
 On history's pages, your fame is recorded
 Yet the proud Saxon traitor your green hills pollute
 And trample the flag which they should have regarded
 So strike for your freedom at tyrants' root
 You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers!
 No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade
 Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers!
 Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade
 What monster could look upon Erin's blue mountains
 And view the gray fog looming up in the air
 Or sit for a while by her bright crystal fountains
 Without adding a tear of pure sympathy there?
 Or see her grand castles, with ivy surrounded
 Where now the lone cry of the night owl is heard
 As her beautiful rivers with echo resounded
 To answer the voice of the romantic birds
 You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers!
 No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade
 Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers!
 Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade
 The famed Robert Emmet, by perjury smitten
 His cold-blooded murder all nations could see
 Now its time that his epitaph should have been written
 And Erin once more be great, glorious, and free
 With a worthy MacManus, that patriot martyr
 Cold, cold in the grave, though their ashes remain
 Yet their spirits forewarn that time is growing shorter
 When Erin's green banner will float o'er the main
 You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers!
 No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade
 Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers!
 Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade
 Remember the siege of sweet Limerick, fair city
 When Sarsfield encountered the balance of power
 And her heroic daughters, both loyal and witty
 Saluted their foes with a hot boiling shower
 Is such patriotism so easily forgotten
 While the blood of our forefathers courses through our veins?
 No! Their glory exists, though their bones may be rotten
 To conquer our foes yet as Brian did the Danes
 You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers!
 No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade
 Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers!
 Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade
 You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers!
 No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade
 Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers!
 Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade
 Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade