| Song | God Save Ireland |
| Artist | Wolfe Tones |
| Album | Rifles Of The I.R.A |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Traditional | |
| God save Ireland, said the heroes | |
| God save Ireland, said they all | |
| Whether on the scaffold high | |
| Or the battlefield we die | |
| Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall | |
| High upon the gallows tree swung the noble hearted three | |
| By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom | |
| But they met him face to face with the courage of their race | |
| And they went with souls undaunted to their doom | |
| God save Ireland, said the heroes | |
| God save Ireland, said they all | |
| Whether on the scaffold high | |
| Or the battlefield we die | |
| Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall | |
| Climbed they up the rugged stair, rang their voices out in prayer | |
| Then with England's fatal cord around them cast | |
| Close beside the gallows tree kissed like brothers lovingly | |
| True to home and faith and freedom to the last | |
| God save Ireland, said the heroes | |
| God save Ireland, said they all | |
| Whether on the scaffold high | |
| Or the battlefield we die | |
| Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall | |
| Never till the latest day shall the memory pass away | |
| Of the gallant lives thus given for our land | |
| But on the cause must go, amidst joy and weal and woe | |
| Till we make our Isle a nation free and grand | |
| God save Ireland, said the heroes | |
| God save Ireland, said they all | |
| Whether on the scaffold high | |
| Or the battlefield we die | |
| Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall |
| zuo qu : Traditional | |
| God save Ireland, said the heroes | |
| God save Ireland, said they all | |
| Whether on the scaffold high | |
| Or the battlefield we die | |
| Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall | |
| High upon the gallows tree swung the noble hearted three | |
| By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom | |
| But they met him face to face with the courage of their race | |
| And they went with souls undaunted to their doom | |
| God save Ireland, said the heroes | |
| God save Ireland, said they all | |
| Whether on the scaffold high | |
| Or the battlefield we die | |
| Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall | |
| Climbed they up the rugged stair, rang their voices out in prayer | |
| Then with England' s fatal cord around them cast | |
| Close beside the gallows tree kissed like brothers lovingly | |
| True to home and faith and freedom to the last | |
| God save Ireland, said the heroes | |
| God save Ireland, said they all | |
| Whether on the scaffold high | |
| Or the battlefield we die | |
| Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall | |
| Never till the latest day shall the memory pass away | |
| Of the gallant lives thus given for our land | |
| But on the cause must go, amidst joy and weal and woe | |
| Till we make our Isle a nation free and grand | |
| God save Ireland, said the heroes | |
| God save Ireland, said they all | |
| Whether on the scaffold high | |
| Or the battlefield we die | |
| Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall |
| zuò qǔ : Traditional | |
| God save Ireland, said the heroes | |
| God save Ireland, said they all | |
| Whether on the scaffold high | |
| Or the battlefield we die | |
| Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall | |
| High upon the gallows tree swung the noble hearted three | |
| By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom | |
| But they met him face to face with the courage of their race | |
| And they went with souls undaunted to their doom | |
| God save Ireland, said the heroes | |
| God save Ireland, said they all | |
| Whether on the scaffold high | |
| Or the battlefield we die | |
| Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall | |
| Climbed they up the rugged stair, rang their voices out in prayer | |
| Then with England' s fatal cord around them cast | |
| Close beside the gallows tree kissed like brothers lovingly | |
| True to home and faith and freedom to the last | |
| God save Ireland, said the heroes | |
| God save Ireland, said they all | |
| Whether on the scaffold high | |
| Or the battlefield we die | |
| Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall | |
| Never till the latest day shall the memory pass away | |
| Of the gallant lives thus given for our land | |
| But on the cause must go, amidst joy and weal and woe | |
| Till we make our Isle a nation free and grand | |
| God save Ireland, said the heroes | |
| God save Ireland, said they all | |
| Whether on the scaffold high | |
| Or the battlefield we die | |
| Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall |