The Rights of Man - The Wolfe Tones

Written by：Warfield/Traditional/Byrne

I speak with gran dour one night in slumber

My mind did wander near to athlone

The center station of this Irish nation

A congregation onto me was shown

Beyond my counting upon a mountain

Near to a fountain that clearly ran

I feel to tremble I'll not dissemble

As they assemble for the rights of man

All clad in green there I thought I seen

A virtuous queen who was grave and old

Saying children dear now do not fear

But come and hear what I will unfold

This fertile country for seven centuries

Since strong bow's entry upon our land

Has been kept under with woes out numbered

And always plundered of the rights of man

My cause you chided you so derided

And when divided alas you know

All in disorder round Erik's border

Strife grief and murder have left you low

Let each communion detest this disunion

In love and union join hand in hand

And believe old graine that proud Britannia

Shall no more rob you of the rights of man

Then I caught a crowd they all spoke aloud

And fighting stopped and vowed to take advice

They seemed delighted and all united

Not to be frightened but to rejoice

Her harps so pleasing

She played amazing

I still stood gazing

But could not understand

She sang most enchanting

And most endearing

Saying always be true to

The rights of man