Twenty Men From Dublin Town
Arthur Griffith
Twenty men from Dublin town
Riding on the mountain side
Fearless of the Saxon frown
Twenty brothers true and tried
Blood flows in the city streets
There the green is lying low
Here the emerald standard greets
Eyes alike of friend and foe

Fly the city brothers tried
Join us on the mountain side
Where we've England's power defied
Twenty men from Dublin town

Twenty men from Dublin town
Full of love and full of hate
Oh! our chief, our Tone, is down
Hand of God, avenge his fate.
Joy it is where'er we meet
Redcoats on the mountain track
Ah! as deer they must be fleet
If they get to Dublin back


Twenty men from Dublin town
Every night around the fire
Brimming methers toss we down
To our Captain Michael Dwyer
Slainte Michael, brave and true
Then there rings the wild "Hurrah!"
As we drink dear land to you.
Eire slainte geal go brath


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