You brave young sons of Erin's Isle   I hope you will attend awhile   'Tis the wrongs of dear old Ireland I am going to relate   'Twas black and cursed was the day   When our parliament was taken away   And all of our griefs and sufferings commences from that day   For our hardy sons and daughters fair   To other countries must repair   And leave their native land behind in sorrow to deplore   Fo seek employment they must roam   Far, far away from the native home   From that sore, oppressed island that they call the shamrock shore      Now Ireland is with plenty blessed   But the people, we are sore oppressed   All by those cursed tyrants we are forced for to obey   Some haughty landlords for to please   Our houses and our lands they'll seize   To put fifty farms into one and take us all away   Regardless of the widow's sighs   The mother's tears and orphan's cries   In thousands we were driven from home which grieves my heart full sore   We were forced by famine and disease   To emigrate across the seas   From that sore, opressed island that they called the shamrock shore      Our sustenance all taken away   The tithes and taxes for to pay   To support that law-protected church to which they do adhere   And our Irish gentry, well you know   To other countries they do go   And the money from old Ireland they squandered here and there   For if our squires would stay at home   And not to other countries roam   But to build mills and factories here to employ the laboring poor   For if we had trade and commerce here   To me no nation could compare   To that sore, oppressed island that they call the shamrock shore      John Bull, he boasts, he laughs with scorn   And he says that Irishman is born   To be always discontented for at home we cannot agree   But we'll banish the tyrants from our land   And in harmony like sisters stand   To demand the rights of Ireland, let us all united be   And our parliament in College Green   For to assemble, it will be seen   And happy days in Erin's Isle we soon will have once more   And dear old Ireland soon will be   A great and glorious country   And peace and blessings soon will smile all around the shamrock shore