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God save Ireland, said the heroes 
God save Ireland, said they all 
Whether on the scaffold high 
Or the battlefield we die 
Oh what matter when for Erin dear we fall? 

High upon the gallows tree 
Swung the noble hearted three 
By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom 
But they met him face to face 
With the courage of their race 
And they went with souls undaunted to their doom 
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When they're up [bad word] stair 
Rang their voices out in prayer 
Then with England's fatal cord around them cast 
Close beside the gallows tree 
Kissed like brothers lovingly  [bad word] to home and faith and freedom to the last 
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Never till the latest day 
Shall the memory pass away? 
Oh, the gallant lives thus given for our land 
But on the cause must go 
Amid joy and weal and woe 
Till we make our Isle a nation free and grand 
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