Kathaleen Ny-Houlahan

Sore disgrace it is to see the Arbitress of thrones

Vassal to a Saxoneen of cold and hapless bones!

Bitter anguish wrings our souls — with heavy sighs and groans

We wait the Young Deliverer of Kathaleen Ny-Houlahan.

Let us pray to Him who holds life's issues in His hands,

Him who formed the mighty globe, with all his thousand lands;

Girding them with sea and mountains, rivers deep, and strands,

To cast a look of pity upon Kathaleen Ny-Houlahan.

He, who over sands and waves led Israel along —

He who fed, with heavenly bread, that chosen tribe and throng;

He who stood by Moses when his foes were fierce and strong,

May He show forth His might in saving Kathaleen Ny-Houlahan.