The High Kings The Irish RoarWatch at the source

Filmed at Markree castle, Sligo

Fair auld pride for the county I

Was born and bred with a braisened head

We're marching on where we belong

So run and power on and power on

I'll bring you to the light,

As men we live and bleed.

So fear be gone and blood be on

Our tweed and garments wore.

And men will pray and rue the day

We are but land and grit and sand,

And bog and stone and flame.

Our spirits wake through crashing lakes

And songs without a name.

From Clare to Down, From hill to town,

And every grave where good men lay

Shall guide us through the dark.

So rise and power on and power on

I'll lead you through the light, into the fight,

As men we shall but lead.

Our mothers weep, their sorrows deep

But know the cause is true.

For every son that bears a gun,