Those who [G] fought and those who [D] died,

Of braver [G] men, who now can [D] speak

Than the [A] men of Easter [D] week?

 

They were soldiers every one,

Some with hymn and some with gun,

In the fight for liberty

To make their Ireland safe and free.

 

Rifle shots and marching feet

Ringing through O’Connell street,

And the sea lord looking o’er,

Now his eyes will see no more.

 

Freedom gained and freedom lost,

But each hero paid the cost,

Ours will be their legacy,

Ireland One our sons will see.