Francis Carlin

The Provinces

O God that I

  May arise with the Gael

To the song in the sky

  Over Inisfail!

Ulster, your dark

  Mold for me;

Munster, a lark

  Hold for me!

Connaght, a caoine

  Croon for me;

Lienster, a mean

  Stone for me!

O God that I

  May arise with the Gael

To the song in the sky

  Over Inisfail!