[00:02.321]Who fear to speak of '98, who blushes at the name[00:11.674]When cowards mock the patriot's fate, who hangs his head for shame[00:20.792]He's all in name half a slave who slights his country thus[00:29.616]But true men like you men will fill your glass with us[00:38.458]We drink the memory of the brave the fateful and the few[00:47.298]Some lie far off beyond the waves some sleep in Ireland too[00:56.122]All are gone but still lives on the fame of those who died[01:04.708]All true men like you men remember them with pride[01:13.529]Some on the shores of distant lands their weary hearts of late[01:22.366]And by the stranger's heedless hands their lonely graves were made[01:30.901]But though their clay be far away beyond the Atlantic foam[01:39.740]In true men like you men their spirit's still at home[01:48.063]The dust on some is Irish earth among their own they rest[01:56.646]And the same dear land that gave them birth has cut them to her breast[02:04.962]And we will pray that from their clay whole many a race may start[02:13.293]Of true men like you men to act as brave a part[02:21.929]They rose in dark and evil days to right their native land[02:30.207]And they kindled here a living blaze that nothing shall withstand[02:38.817]Alas that might can vanquish right they fell and passed away[02:47.188]But true men like you men are plenty here today[02:55.285]Then here's to their memory may it be for us a guiding light[03:03.594]To cheer our strike for liberty and teach us to unite[03:11.934]Through good and ill be Ireland still though sad as theirs your fate[03:20.467]And true men like you men like those of '98