They say the clouds are clearing
That long o'er Ireland lay,
They say the dawn is nearing
Of freedom's glorious day--
To all such news we answer,
"God grant it may be so ;
But on we'll bear our banner,
Let the wind blow high or low."
II.
The weapons of our fathers
They bid us cast away,
For peace has given us others
More potent far than they--
If these be truthful tidings
A little time will show ;
But "forward" is our watchword,
Let the wind blow high or low.
III.
Our brutal tyrant's temper
Is growing mild, they say ;
He hears the voice of reason,
He lets the truth have way--
For all his friendly seeming
We doubt our ancient foe ;
But Ireland's cause shall triumph,
Let the wind blow high or low.
--Nation. T. D. S.
Notes
From the Melbourne Newspaper The Advocate 31 Oct 1885 p. 3.
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