My countrymen awake, arise!
Our work begins anew.
Your mingled voices rend the skies,
Your hearts are firm and true.
You bravely marched and nobly met
Our little green isle through;
But oh, my friends, there is something yet,
For Irishmen to do!

As long as Erin hears the clink
Of base ignoble chains.
As long as one detested link,
Of foreign rule remains.
As long as of our rightful debt
One smallest fraction’s due,
So long my friends, there is something yet,
For Irishmen to do!

Too long we have borne the servile yoke,
Too long the slavish chain.
Too long the feeble accent spoke
But ever spoke in vain.
Our wealth has filled the spoiler’s net,
And gorged the Saxons’ crew.
So long my friends, there is something yet,
For Irishmen to do!

“There is no other trace of this song, so it may have come from one of the songbooks Michael acquired in Ennis when he was young.”
Jim Carroll

See also
New Year's Anthem sung by Martin Reidy