Artist: Irish Whip
Song: Stand
Album: Not Even Close

Be brave, be strong
You upheld right, they upheld wrong
Face Lord Death bravely, knowing well
That though you seem fallen, they truly fell.

Raise your head son of this land
Hold proud and arms for the final stand
For your father and his before
Keep for us this fair shore.

Fare thee well, go with my grace
Remember till the end our blessed palce
Where the heather grows free and wild
Where mother sings gently to her child.

Close your eyes and recall my pose
For this is the fate that I too chose
That you are a child of Ireland's shore
Ever on and ever more