Chains n’ shackles – bondage of one class
Only freedom, is the yearning of our hearts
As furious thunder clouds, begin to mass
Comrades! A future our people, we chart.
Rolling emerald hills – limitless lakes
Tir na nOg, bespoiled, how she aches.
Deprived of dignity, brought to her knees
Eire arises from the ashes of KBC.
Nought but socialism, liberty and equality
Shall satisfy the raging and risen masses,
Of an Ireland, arising to revolutionary destiny…