“O’Donovan Rossa’s Farewell to Erin”

Farewell to friends in Dublin Town,
I bide you all adieu.
I cannot yet appoint the day
That I’ll return to you.
I write these lines on board a ship,
Where the stormy billows roar.
May heaven bless our Fenian men,
Till I return once more.

I joined the Fenian Brotherhood
In the year of Sixty-Four,
Resolved to save my native land
Or perish on the shore;
My friends and me we did agree
Our native land to save,
And to raise the flag of freedom
O’er the head of Emmet’s grave.

My curse attend those traitors
Who did our cause betray;
I’d throw a rope around their necks,
And drown them in the Bay.
There was Nagle, Massey, Corydon,
And Talbot - he makes four;
Like demons for their thirst of gold,
They’re punished evermore.

Let no man blame the turnkey
Nor any of the men;
There’s no one knows but two of us
The man who served my friend.
I robbed no man, I spilt no blood,
Tho’ they sent me to jail;
Because I was O’Donovan Rossa,
And a son of Granuaile.