Rise, Sons of William

Rise, Sons of William, rise,
'Tis Nassau hails you from the skies;
Why close your slumbering eyes
While treason stalks around?
Hark! I hear
Accents clear,
Bursting on my ravished ear;
To arms away!"
Methinks they say,
While drums and trumpets sound.

Chorus:
Rise, sons of William, rise,
'Tis Nassau hails you from the skies;
Why close your slumbering eyes
While treason stalks around!


See! From his crimson bed.
Encircled with the mighty dread
Boyne heaves his azure head,
And gazing, turns around;
Ah, me; he cries,
What glories rise,
And crowd upon mine aching eyes.
Lo! Weapons gleam
See!Banners stream,
While drums and trumpets sound.

Chorus

Strike, Erin, strike the lyre,
Catch,Oh! Catch the gen'rous fire;
'Tis a william's deed inspire;
Oh! Sweep the trembling strings,
Hark! A shout!
No rabble rout;
The Orange boys are rushing out;
Fermanagh cheers,
Old Derry hears,
And echoes back to Boyne

Chorus

Hail! Nassau's mighty shade,
From Heaven, O! Deign to lend thine aid;
Oh! Be it never said
Thy sons degen' rate were,
Happy we,
Great and free
If we do but follow thee;
If thy fame
Our souls inflame,
To equal thee in war.