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