With most intense devotion.

CHORUS:--Over here in England,
Up and down through England,
Fond and true and fearless too,
Are Erin's sons in England.

Where toil is hard, in mill and yard,
Their hands are strong to bear it;
Where genius bright would wing its flight,
The mind is theirs to dare it;
But high or low, in joy or woe,
With any fate before them,
The sweetest bliss they know, is this--
To aid the land that bore them.

CHORUS:--Over here in England, &c.

By many a sign from Thames to Tyne,
From Holyhead to Dover,
The eye may trace the deathless race
Our gallant land sent over.
Midst beech and oak, midst flame and smoke.
Up springs the cross-tipped steeple
That, far and wide, tells where abide
The faithful Irish people.

CHORUS:--Over here in England, &c.

And this I say--on any day