Plant, plant the tree, fair Freedom’s tree
Midst danger, wounds and slaughter
Erin’s green fields its soil shall be
Her tyrant’s blood its water.
They come, they come, see myriads come
Of Frenchmen to relieve us;
Seize, seize the pike, beat, beat the drum,
They come, my friends, to save us;
Whilst trembling despots fly this land,
To shun impending danger,
We’ll stretch forth our fraternal hand,
To hail each welcome stranger.
2. Those nicknames, Marquis, Lord and Earl,
That set the crowd a-gazing,
We prize as hogs esteem a pearl,
Their patents set a-blazing,
No more they’ll vote away our wealth
To please a king or queen, sirs,
But gladly pack away by stealth,
Or taste the Guillotine, sirs.
3. The Parliament, who say foresooth|
They represent the nation
Shall scamper East, West, North and South,
Or feel our indignation.
The Speaker’s mace to current coin
We presently will alter,
For ribbons lately thought so fine,
We’ll fit each with a halter.
4. And when th’all glorious work is done,
Rejoice with one another,
To ploughshares beat the sword and gun,
Now every man’s your brother;
Detested wars shall ever cease
In kind fraternisation,
All will be harmony and peace,
And the whole world one nation.