Abhorred by many they refused us callously
Comparable of cattle, ships brimmed with our brethren, facing this trial, this calvary
Our Mother land glimmered brilliantly from afar
Our hearts suffered incredibly, as she disappeared, she was no more
They restrained our hands, our feet, setting us ablaze
This chastisement, abuse, an infraction for not following their ways
Extermination the mark, they termed us louse, offal
To shed the blood of the children of Éire, lawful
We did not conform to their will, we are alive
Children of Éire, we rise infinitely, we thrive
We are spanned out beyond the boundaries of our great land
Children of Éire rise up, behold your brother’s hand
With every breath, they breathe, they are in our midst
Shout triumphantly, take pride beloved, the children of Éire, we still exist
*This is dedicated to every child of Éire that ever existed. We are an amazing bunch and though so many of us are scattered we should always remember our Mother land. May our ancestors of the great starvation and the times of slavery smile upon us as we continue to exist.*
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