See who comes over the red blossomed heather
Their green banners kissing the pure mountain air
Heads erect, eyes front, stepping proudly together
Freedom sits throned on each proud spirit there
Down the hill twining, their blessed steel shining
Like rivers of beauty that flow from each glen
From mountain and valley 'tis Liberty's rally
Out and make way for the Bold Fenian Men!
Our prayers and our tears they have scoffed and derided
They've shut out Gods sunlight from spirit and mind
Our Foes were united; and We were divided
We met. and they scattered our ranks to the wind
But, once more returning
Within our veins burning
The fires that illumined dark Aherlow glen
We raise the old cry anew
Slogan of Con and Hugh
Out! and make way for the Fenian Men!
We've men from the Nore, from the Suir and the Shannon
Let the tyrants come forth. we'll bring force against force
Our PEN is the sword, and our voice is the cannon
Rifle for rifle, and horse against horse
We've made the false Saxon yield
Many a red battle-field
God on our side, we will triumph again
Pay them back woe for woe
Give them back blow for blow
Out! and make way for the Bold Fenian Men!
Side by side, for this cause, have our forefathers battled
When our hills never echoed the tread of a slave
In many a fields, where the leaden-hail rattled
Through the red gap of glory, they marched to the grave
And those, who inherit
Their names and their spirit
Will march 'neath the Banners of Liberty: then
All who love foreign law
Native or Saxon
Must Out! and make way for the Bold Fenian Men!
Up for the cause, men! fling forth our Green Banners!
From East to the West from the South to the North
Irish land, Irish men. Irish mirth, Irish manners
From mansion and cot, let the Slogan go forth
Sons of Old Ireland, now
Love you our sireland! now
Come from the kirk, from the chapel, or glen
Down with all Faction old!
Concert and action bold
This is the creed of the Bold Fenian Men
Out make way for the Bold fenian men!