[00:02.36]Oh, who is Ireland's enemy?[00:05.34]Not Germany, nor Spain,[00:07.78]Not Russia, France nor Austria;[00:10.22]They forged for her no chains,[00:12.88]Nor quenched her hearths,[00:14.07]Nor razed her homes,[00:15.17]Nor laid her altars low,[00:17.56]Nor sent her sons to tramp the hills[00:19.99]Amid the winter snow.[00:23.63]Who spiked the heads of Irish priests[00:25.77]On Dublin Castle's gate?[00:27.91]Who butchered helpless Irish babes,[00:30.35]A lust for blood to sate?[00:32.93]Who outraged Irish maidenhood,[00:35.02]And tortured aged sires,[00:37.15]And spread from Clare to Donegal[00:39.50]The glare of midnight fires?[00:43.19]Who scourged our land in 'Ninety-Eight,[00:45.28]Spread torment far and wide,[00:47.27]Till Ireland shrieked in woe and pain,[00:50.05]And Hell seemed fair beside?[00:52.44]Who plied the pitch-cap and the sword,[00:54.63]The gibbet and the rack?[00:56.98]Oh God! that we should ever fail[00:59.22]To pay those devils back.[01:02.71]Who slew the three in Manchester,[01:04.80]One grim November dawn,[01:07.09]While 'round them howled sadistically[01:09.53]The Devil's cruel spawn?[01:11.72]Who shattered many a Fenian mind[01:14.06]In dungeons o'er the foam,[01:16.16]And broke the loyal Fenian hearts[01:18.60]That pined for them at home?[01:22.13]Who shot down Clarke and Connolly[01:24.42]And Pearse at dawn of day,[01:26.56]And Plunkett and Mac Diarmada,[01:28.90]And all who died as they?[01:31.24]Who robbed us of MacSwiney brave?[01:33.53]Who murdered Mellows, too,[01:35.67]Sent Barry to a felon's grave,[01:37.96]And slaughtered Cathal Brugha?[01:41.49]Not Germany nor Austria,[01:43.53]Not Russia, France nor Spain[01:45.92]That robbed and reaved this land of ours,[01:48.16]And forged her heavy chains;[01:50.50]But England of the wily words –[01:52.79]A crafty, treacherous foe –[01:54.93]'Twas England scourged our Motherland,[01:57.27]'Twas England laid her low![02:00.65]Rise up, oh dead of Ireland![02:02.75]And rouse her living men,[02:05.14]The chance will come to us at last[02:07.43]To win our own again,[02:10.81]To sweep the English enemy[02:12.85]From hill and glen and bay,[02:15.09]And in your name, oh Holy Dead,[02:17.53]Our sacred debt to pay!