1 "Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, br 2 It's with O'Leary in the grave." br 3 Then, Yeats, what gave that Easter dawn br 4 A hue so radiantly brave? br br 5 There was a rain of blood that day, br 6 Red rain in gay blue April weather. br 7 It blessed the earth till it gave birth br 8 To valour thick as blooms of heather. br br 9 Romantic Ireland never dies! br 10 O'Leary lies in fertile ground, br 11 And songs and spears throughout the years br 12 Rise up where patriot graves are found. br br 13 Immortal patriots newly dead br 14 And ye that bled in bygone years, br 15 What banners rise before your eyes? br 16 What is the tune that greets your ears? br br 17 The young Republic's banners smile br 18 For many a mile where troops convene. br 19 O'Connell street is loudly sweet br 20 With strains of Wearing of the Green. br br 21 The soil of Ireland throbs and glows br 22 With life that knows the hour is here br 23 To strike again like Irishmen br 24 For that which Irishmen hold dear. br br 25 Lord Edward leaves his resting place br 26 And Sarsfield's face is glad and fierce. br 27 See Emmet leap from troubled sleep br 28 To grasp the hand of Padraic Pearse! br br 29 There is no rope can strangle song br 30 And not for long death takes his toll. br 31 No prison bars can dim the stars br 32 Nor quicklime eat the living soul. br br 33 Romantic Ireland is not old. br 34 For years untold her youth shall shine. br 35 Her heart is fed on Heavenly bread, br 36 The blood of martyrs is her wine.