| Like chaff in the wind we were cast from our shores | 
| As emigrants, as exiles, as convicts, as slaves | 
| For hundreds of years Ireland never saw peace | 
| From the land that they loved they were forced o’er the seas | 
| As soldiers of fortune in the Irish brigades | 
| Our regiments condemned to the wars and the graves | 
| The soldiers, the sailors, the Wild Geese, the weavers, | 
| the rebels, the heroes, the helpless, the brave. | 
| We are the Irish all over the world | 
| My heart is with you, may the road rise to meet you | 
| I will be with you always, all the days | 
| Till the (Em)sun and the moon and the stars in the sky cease to shine | 
| Aye-yaye-yaye, aye-yaye-yaye, | 
| aye-yaye-yaye, aye-yayeya-yaye-yaye | 
| Oh, they left their homes so eerie and still | 
| Generations were forced from the land that they loved | 
| Their commerce all stifled, their industries run down | 
| By taxes and landlords and goverments that ruled, | 
| From wars and disease, as religious refugees, | 
| a-fleeing the cruel penal laws and decrease, | 
| the horrors of hunger has torn us asunder, | 
| the young and the old are all scattered and gone. | 
| Aye-yaye-yaye, aye-yaye-yaye, | 
| aye-yaye-yaye, aye-yayeya-yaye-yaye |