[Verse 1]
In the county Donegal, where the grass was green and tall
Around the sun-kissed beaches of lichen
With the village of Dungloe and the Isle of Arranmore
Sure, for beauty, there's no land could be richer

[Verse 2]
It was there when I was young, I first heard the verses sung
Of the fight against foreign imposition
Of the glory and the pain, of the youths who died in vain
To save Ireland, dear from partition

[Verse 3]
I've learnt of battles fiercе, of Connolly and Pearse
And the many, many morе who were taken
And I knew within my heart, I would surely play my part
'Ere the cause for which they died, be forsaken

[Verse 4]
With my father I did go, to the hills above Dungloe
Where I joined a provincial division
But my father sorely paid, taken in a border raid
And shot down near Omagh for sedition

[Verse 5]
Oh, but all has not been lost, for Pearse's rebel gold
Will soon march in the true Irish manner
Oh, for freedom is the call, till we rally one and all
United beneath a single banner!
Oh, for freedom is the call, till we rally one and all
United beneath a single banner!