Saoirse a Ruin

Thou, saviour yet to be,
Saoirse, a ruin!
Dearer than life to me,
Saoirse, a ruin!
May all I give to thee,
Grant that mine eyes may see
Thee in thy majesty,
Saoirse, a ruin!

Hard was our travail past,
Saoirse, a ruin!
Long held in bondage fast,
Saoirse, a ruin!
Weary the road we’ve passed,
By error’s clouds o’ercast,
Thy light breaks in at last,
Saoirse, a ruin!

Oft hath our master’s tongue,
Saoirse, a ruin!
Glibly thy glories sung,
Saoirse, a ruin!
Loudly thy harp they’ve strung,
Wildly thy praises flung,
Yet away from you they’d run
Saoirse, a ruin!

Long have we sought thy light,
Saoirse, a ruin!
Through Oppression’s darkest night
Saoirse, a ruin!
And ne’er shall cease the fight
‘Gainst the tryrant’s hateful might,
Till thou shalt bless our sight,
Saoirse, a ruin!

Forth then we march to-day,
Freedom our own!
Eager, panting for the fray,
Freedom our own!
‘Neath thy sun’s enlight’ning ray
Naught shall our progress stay,
Soon thou shall reign always,
Freedom our own!