There's a sacred spot in Dublin, A place called Arbour Hill Where sleep our noble martyrs But their message rings out still. To you, their message calling As it did that Easter day When they flew the flag of freedom And proclaimed the IRA! They marched those men in Dublin And for Ireland struck a blow. They cherished it and raised it Over Dublin's GPO. Traitors tried to sell the cause, Traitors they may be, For Connolly had one in mind: Old Ireland's liberty! They followed Tone and Emmet And faced a martyr's grave. We again must take their message If our nation we must save. Six counties still subjected And are held by England still, So wake up and show devotion To the men in Arbour Hill! So wake up and show devotion To the men in Arbour Hill.

Always shed a tear when listening to this.