There’s a feeling so grand sweeping over the land
That must thrill you where-e’er you may be
Like the birds and the bees, and the breeze o’er the seas,
All creation is soon to be free.
Alsace is as free as the Holy Land, and so is her sister Lorraine,
The Slavs ev’rywhere are as free as the air,
And Belgium’s unshackled again;
For each State that’s given her liberty, a new star up yonder is shown,
What a beautiful dream, sure all Heaven will gleam
When Ireland comes into her own.
Tho’ the wee bit of green wasn’t anywhere seen,
Her brave sons, the world over, were there
In the South, in the West, breast to breast with the rest,
They were fighting for you ev’ry where.
Branen, Jeff and Stanley, Jack, "When Ireland Comes Into Her Own" (1919). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1882.
The views expressed in this paper are solely those of the author.