High[ G ] upon the gallows tree swong the[ C ] noble hearted[ G ] three,
By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their[ D ] bloom ,
But they[ G ] met them face to face,with the[ C ] courage of their[ G ] race,
And they went with souls un[ D ]daunted to their[ G ] doom.
G?d[ G ] save Ireland said the hero's[ D ] G?d save Ireland said they all,
Wheather[ G ] on the scaffold high,or the[ C ] battle field we[ G ] die,
Oh no matter when for[ D ] Ireland dear we fall
Girt around with cruel foes,still their courage proudly rose,
For they thought with hearts that loved them far and near,
Of the millions true and brave,o'er the ocean swelling wave,
And the friends of holy Ireland ever dear.
Climed they up the rugged stair,rang their voices out in prayer,
Then with England's fatal courd around them cast,
Close beside the gallows tre,kissed like brothers lovingly,
True to home and faith and freedom to the last.
Never till the latest day shall their memories pass away,
O the galland lives thus given for our land,
But on the cause must go,to the joy the weal or woe,
Till we make our nation free and grand.