High upon the gallows tree Swung the noble-hearted three By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom; But they met him face to face With the courage of their race, And they went with souls undaunted to their doom. 'God save Ireland!'said the heroes; 'God save Ireland', say they all: Whether on the scaffold high Or the battlefield we die, Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall.
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