Erin Go Bra
The Anti-Gallican (1804), p. 412
Since Erin go bra is the song of the sod,
And adds zest to each Irishman's toast;
Let our land in proud duty be consciously trod,
And be patriot virtue our boast.
United and firm, each attempt to oppose
From allegiance our minds that would draw;
Of duty the friends, of sedition the foes,
So shall honour sing Erin go bra.
Than in Ireland, where nobler accomplishments meet,
Let them shew me the country who can;
'Tis the region of wit, hospitality's seat,
And for courage they'll fight to a man.
But as health breeds excrescences, spots dim the sun,
And the diamond exhibits a flaw;
By indulgence to errors our hearts shall be won,
While old England sings Erin go bra.
Ye deluded turn back; in a profligate crew
Who seek misery and shame without end;
Shake off disaffection, to duty be true,
And cherish your natural friend.
Be your only contention which fortunate isle
Shall our mutual enemies awe;
True glory shall court you, gay commerce shall smile,
And the world shall sing Erin go bra.