Who Fears To Speak Of Easter Week

[Verse 1]
Who dares not speak of Easter Week?
Who dares to say he fears
The memory of Connolly
Of Kent and Clarke and Pearse?
Who will not say MacDermott's way
Or Plunkett, fills with pride?
Let you men be true men
Like MacDonagh and MacBride

[Verse 2]
Who fears remembrance of the past?
Who lives to fear the day
His children of the prisons ask
Where Ashe and Casement lay?
Who'll say that grave is Barry's brave
That hole within Mountjoy?
Stand straight man, be great man
Likе Rossa and Devine[?]

[Verse 3]
Who fears to swеar by Cork's Lord Mayors
Or Treacy, ambush-killed
Or know Lemass[?], whose body has
For long a boghole filled?
Who fears the blood of Francis Flood
Might coward with courage stain?
Be brave man, no slave man
Or hang your head in shame

[Verse 4]
Who fears to speak of Easter Week?
Who dares its fate deplore?
The red-gold flame of Éireann's name
Confronts the world once more
And you who yet would dare forget
Or ever dare forgive
Must go knave[?], for no slave
Must yet as freemen live