The Bold Fenian Men

See who comes over the red blossomed heather Their green banners kissing the pure mountain air Heads erect, eyes front, stepping proudly together Freedom sits throned on each proud spirit there Down the hill twining, their blessed steel shining Like rivers of beauty that flow from each glen From mountain and valley 'tis Liberty's rally Out and make way for the Bold Fenian Men! Our prayers and our tears they have scoffed and derided They've shut out Gods sunlight from spirit and mind Our Foes were united; and We were divided We met. and they scattered our ranks to the wind But, once more returning Within our veins burning The fires that illumined dark Aherlow glen We raise the old cry anew Slogan of Con and Hugh Out! and make way for the Fenian Men! We've men from the Nore, from the Suir and the Shannon Let the tyrants come forth. we'll bring force against force Our PEN is the sword, and our voice is the cannon Rifle for rifle, and horse against horse We've made the false Saxon yield Many a red battle-field God on our side, we will triumph again Pay them back woe for woe Give them back blow for blow Out! and make way for the Bold Fenian Men! Side by side, for this cause, have our forefathers battled When our hills never echoed the tread of a slave In many a fields, where the leaden-hail rattled Through the red gap of glory, they marched to the grave And those, who inherit Their names and their spirit Will march 'neath the Banners of Liberty: then All who love foreign law Native or Saxon Must Out! and make way for the Bold Fenian Men! Up for the cause, men! fling forth our Green Banners! From East to the West from the South to the North Irish land, Irish men. Irish mirth, Irish manners From mansion and cot, let the Slogan go forth Sons of Old Ireland, now Love you our sireland! now Come from the kirk, from the chapel, or glen Down with all Faction old! Concert and action bold This is the creed of the Bold Fenian Men Out make way for the Bold fenian men!