And pledge me the stout sons of France, boys, Bold Humbert and all his brave men, Whose tramp, like the trumpet of battle, Brought hope to the drooping again. Since Ireland has caught to her bosom On many a mountain and hill The gallants who fell, so they're here, boys, To cheer us to victory still.

And pledge me the stout sons of France, boys, Bold Humbert and all his brave men, Whose tramp, like the trumpet of battle, Brought hope to the drooping again. Since Ireland has caught to her bosom On many a mountain and hill The gallants who fell, so they're here, boys, To cheer us to victory still.