Bit my pretty red heart in two.
And read their history in a nation's eyes,
And all the hopes we've held
Who said the free? Not me?
Do I dare
Let the Irish vessel lie
Shedding white rings of tumult, building high
He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.
Deus sit propitius
The mountains and the endless plain—
Bit my pretty red heart in two.
And read their history in a nation's eyes,
And all the hopes we've held
Who said the free? Not me?
Do I dare
Let the Irish vessel lie
Shedding white rings of tumult, building high
He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.
Deus sit propitius
The mountains and the endless plain—