| As I look out across the sea | |
| I stand proud but am I free? | |
| A thousand years have come and gone | |
| I have won, I will go on | |
| Stand firm against the storm | |
| I cannot see it but it will come | |
| And with the ghosts of a million Gaels | |
| I will rise up, I will prevail | |
| You can starve my children | |
| You can kill my fighting man | |
| Take away my right to freedom | |
| And when my back is turned you kill again | |
| You can burn my houses | |
| Take away all that I have known | |
| But the seeds are sown | |
| When the Dane invaded | |
| The held the Gael with a strangle-hold | |
| Until Boru joined to clans | |
| He won the war, re-claimed my lands | |
| My green fields have been stained red | |
| From the blood of the Irish dead | |
| But with this fire that burns inside | |
| I will always rebel, I will survive | |
| You can starve my children | |
| You can kill my fighting man | |
| Take away my right to freedom | |
| And when my back is turned you kill again | |
| You can burn my houses | |
| Take away all that I have known | |
| But the seeds are sown ! |