Born in occupied Dublin town, as the sun shone down on tyranny

Wolfe Tone grew up a privileged man, receiving a Trinity college degree

He despaired for his fellow countrymen under the rule of the British crown

When they rose up to claim their land, the British always beat them down

The society of (united) Irishmen he founded in 1791

They called for freedom from the crown. They wanted justice to be done

Outlawed they were for their noble views. Wolfe Tone was exiled from his land

All talk of freedom and liberty was forbidden and completely banned

He fought the fight he knew was right

For liberty he would give his life

His cause was just, his reasons fair:

To free poor Eireann from despair

In Paris he got the support he craved: troops and supplies to aid his fight!

The French would help the Irish cause; the flame of hope was burning bright

But not for long I'm sad to say, the British knew both where and when

Their spies had told them all and more; this rebellion failed again!

Peasants armed with farming tools, filled with honour, strength and pride

Faced the might of British steel. Thirty thousand Irish died

Wolfe Tone was captured. He cut his throat; he used his own kitchen knife

"After such heroic a sacrifice, it is no great effort to add my life."

He fought the fight he knew was right

For liberty he would give his life

His cause was just, his reasons fair:

To free poor Eireann from despair