I'll [Am] sing you a song of a [G] row in the [Am] town,

When the [C] green flag went [Am] up and the [G] Crown rag came [Am] down,

Twas the [C] neatest and [G] sweetest thing [Am] ever you [C] saw,

And they [Am] played the best [G] games played in [C] Erin Go [Am] Bragh.

One of our leaders was down at Ring's end,

For the honor of Ireland to hold and defend,

He had no veteran soldiers but volunteers raw,

Playing sweet Mauser music for Erin Go Bragh.

Now here's to gallant Pearse and our comrades who died

Tom Clark, MacDonagh, MacDiarmada, McBryde,

And here's to James Connolly who gave one hurrah,

And faced the machine guns for Erin Go Bragh.

One brave English captain was raving that day,

Saying, "Give me one hour and I'll blow you away,"

But a big Mauser bullet got stuck in his jaw,

And he died of lead poisoning in Erin Go Bragh.

Old Ceannt and his comrades like lions at bay,

From the South Dublin Union poured death and dismay,

And what was their horror when the Englishmen saw

All the dead khaki soldiers in Erin Go Bragh.

Now here's to old Dublin, and here's her renown,

In the long generation her fame will go down,

And our children will tell how their forefathers saw,

The red blaze of freedom in Erin Go Bragh.