Ireland Boys Hurrah/The White Cockade

Deep in Canadian woods we've met from one bright island flown

Great is the land we tread but yet our hearts are with our own

And ere we leave this shanty small while fades the autumn day

We’ll toast old Ireland dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hurray

Ireland boys hurray, Ireland boys hurray

We'll toast old Ireland, dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hurray

We've heard her faults a hundred times, the new ones and the old

In songs and sermons, rants and rhymes, enlarged some fifty-fold

But take them all, the great and small, and this we’ve got to say:

Here's dear old Ireland, good old Ireland, Ireland boys hurray

Ireland boys hurray, Ireland boys hurray

Here's dear old Ireland! Good old Ireland! Ireland boys, hurrah!

We know that brave and good men tried to snap her rusty chain

The patriots suffered and martyrs died, and all 'tis said in vain

But no boys no, a glance will show, how far they've won our way

Here's good old Ireland, loved old Ireland, Ireland boys hurray

Ireland boys hurray, Ireland boys hurray

Here's good old Ireland, loved old Ireland, Ireland boys hurray

And happy and bright are the groups that pass, from their peaceful homes for miles

O'er fields and roads and hills to Mass, when Sunday morning smiles!

And deep in the zeal their true hearts feel, when low they kneel and pray,

Oh dear old Ireland! Blest old Ireland! Ireland boys, hurrah!

Ireland boys hurray, Ireland boys hurray

Oh dear old Ireland! Blest old Ireland! Ireland boys, hurrah!

Deep in Canadian woods, we've met and we never may see again

The dear old isle where our hearts are set, and our first fond hopes remain!

But come, fill up another cup, and with every sup let's say,

"Here's loved old Ireland! Good old Ireland! Ireland boys, hurrah!"

Ireland boys hurray, Ireland boys hurray

"Here's loved old Ireland! Good old Ireland! Ireland boys, hurrah!"