Song For The Brave Brian O'Higgins 
I heard a song in Antrim, I heard a song in Clare, And in the homes of Ireland I heard it everywhere. The little children sang it Beside the glowing fire Twas lilted in the brown fields By son and aged sire: 
God be with the brave boys, God be with the true, Who gave their young and gallant lives Dear Ireland for you! Bright be their memory In every town and glen; God speed the day when to the fray Their likes will march again! 
I heard a prayer in Ireland When people told their beads And placed with God above them Their sorrows and their needs: It rose from many a sad heart, And many a proud one too, That gave its best and dearest To one called Róisín Dubh: 
I heard a call in Ireland It rang from hill to hill, And where it went a warrior host Came thronging with a will To march along the old road, However hard it be And fight again the old fight For Ireland´s liberty.  

Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk