C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
Street Ballad
The Shan Van Vocht
O
Says the shan van vocht;
The French are on the sea,
Says the shan van vocht:
Oh the French are in the bay,
They’ll be here without delay,
And the Orange will decay,
Says the shan van vocht.
They’ll be here by break of day,
And the Orange will decay,
Says the shan van vocht.
Says the shan van vocht;
Their camp it shall be where?
Says the shan van vocht:
On the Currach of Kildare,
The boys they will be there,
With their pikes in good repair,
Says the shan van vocht.
The boys they will repair,
And Lord Edward will be there,
Says the shan van vocht.
Says the shan van vocht;
What will the yeomen do?
Says the shan van vocht:
What should the yeomen do
But throw off the red and blue,
And swear that they’ll be true
To the shan van vocht?
But throw off the red and blue,
And swear that they’ll be true
To the shan van vocht?
Says the shan van vocht;
What color will they wear?
Says the shan van vocht:
What color should be seen
Where our fathers’ homes have been,
But our own immortal Green?
Says the shan van vocht.
Where our fathers’ homes have been,
But our own immortal Green?
Says the shan van vocht.
Says the shan van vocht;
Will Ireland then be free?
Says the shan van vocht:
Yes! Ireland
From the centre to the sea;
Then hurrah for Liberty!
Says the shan van vocht.
From the centre to the sea
Then hurrah for Liberty!
Says the shan van vocht.