Thy fire hath dispersed them and shattered ! 
They hesitate, waver, and flee ! 
Thy tyrant is shaken and scattered, 
And Ireland is clear to the Sea ! 
Green Erin is free ! 
 
Hail !  Hail to Thee, Lord of us, Horus ! 
All hail to the warrior name ! 
Thy chariots shall drive them before us, 
Thy sword sweep them forth as a flame. 
Rise !  Move !  and descend !  I behold Thee, 
Heaven cloven of fieriest bars, 
Armed Light ;  and they follow and fold Thee, 
Thine armies of terrible stars. 
The Powers of Mars ! 
 
At the brightness that leapeth before Thee 
The heavens bow down at Thine ire ; 
Thick clouds pass to death and adore Thee, 
Wild hailstones and flashings of fire. 
The mountains of Ages are shattered ; 
Perpetual hills are bowed down ; 
The Winds of the Heaven are scattered, 
Borne back from Thy furious frown, 
O Lord of Renown ! 
 
In terror and tumult and battle 
Thy breath smiteth forth as a sword ;
 
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