The Irish Roar - The High Kings

Fair auld pride for the county I Was called upon to lead Was born and bred with a braisened head By a wild Atlantic sea Through fear we ride and death we stride And face a life of toil We're marching on where we belong On Ireland's rugged soil

So run and power on and power on And follow me I'll bring you to the light In through the fight As men we live and bleed So fear be gone and blood be on Our tweed and garments wore And men will pray and rue the day They hear the Irish roar

Love Ireland Bleed Ireland Live Ireland Breathe Ireland Lift Ireland Lead Ireland Be I.R.E.L.A.N.D.

Ireland Bleed Ireland Live Ireland Breathe Ireland Lift Ireland Lead Ireland Be I.R.E.L.A.N.D.

(Glóir, Croí, Grá, Éire)

We are but land and grit and sand And bog and stone and flame Our spirits wake through crashing lakes And songs without a name From Clare to Down, from hill to town The bloodline runs afar And every grave where good men lay Shall guide us through the dark

So rise and power on and power on And follow me I'll lead you through the light, into the fight As men we shall but lead Our mothers weep, their sorrows deep But know the cause is true For every son that bears a gun A thousand more will do

Love Ireland Bleed Ireland Live Ireland Breathe Ireland Lift Ireland Lead Ireland Be I.R.E.L.A.N.D.

Ireland Bleed Ireland Live Ireland Breathe Ireland Lift Ireland Lead Ireland Be I.R.E.L.A.N.D.

(Glóir, Croí, Grá, Éire) (Glóir, Croí, Grá, Éire) (Glóir, Croí, Grá, Éire) (Glóir, Croí, Grá, Éire)

Love Ireland Bleed Ireland Live Ireland Breathe Ireland Lift Ireland Lead Ireland Be I.R.E.L.A.N.D.

Ireland Bleed Ireland Live Ireland Breathe Ireland Lift Ireland Lead Ireland Be I.R.E.L.A.N.D.

Love Ireland Bleed Ireland Live Ireland Breathe Ireland Lift Ireland Lead Ireland Be I.R.E.L.A.N.D.

(Glóir, Croí, Grá, Éire) (Glóir, Croí, Grá, Éire)