Head to the storm as they faced it before!

For where there are Irish there's memory undying,

And when we forget, it is Ireland no more!

Ireland no more!

From Barry Wood to Gouzeaucourt,

From Boyne to Pilkem Ridge,

The ancient days come back no more

Than water under the bridge

But the bridge it stands and the water runs

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As red as yesterday,

And the Irish move to the sound of the guns

Like salmon to the sea.

Old Days! The wild geese are ranging,

Head to the storm as they faced it before!

For where there are Irish their hearts are unchanging,

And when they are changed, it is Ireland no more!

Ireland no more!

We're not so old in the Army List,

But we're not so new in the ring,

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