作曲 : Derek Warfield
How far and fast the autemn blast
Beats the dead leaves over the ground
How fast and far as the hand of war
Strewed our country's brave around
And their nameless grave are the ocean's cave
The forest, mountain and glen
Where the vulture scream with the angry streams
Are hiding the bones of men
And what anguished cries in the south arise
For the brave ones falling in vain
While the victor North blows paeans forth
And exults in her broad domain
And they'll tell with pride how Cleburne died
In the land of the free and the brave
And his sword of might was a beam of light
Though it led to an Exile's grave
Then fling the horde their base award
Their chief his triumphal crown
Place vile deceit in his judgment seat
Where honor is trampled down
Give a paltry bribe to the hired scribe
To the venal bard his fee
And to him who draws in a righteous cause
A freeman's sword give me!
Though his bone should bleach on the sea washed beach
Though his grave be the lowly mound
His name shall chime through the halls of time
And swell through the deep profound!
And they'll tell with pride how Cleburne died
In the land of the free and the brave
And his sword of might was a beam of light
Though it led to an Exile's grave
On Richmond's plain his captive train
Outnumbered the host he led
And he won his stars on the field of Mars
Where glorious Johnston bled
Twas his to cope, while a ray of hope
Illum'd his flag - and then
Twas his to die when this flag flew high
In this van with the stalwart men
For nor a braver host could Erin boast
Nor she had a more gallant knight
Since the peerless Hugh crossed the Avon Dhu
Cause Bagnal's hosts to flight
And they'll tell with pride how Cleburne died
In the land of the free and the brave
And his sword of might was a beam of light
Though it led to an Exile's grave
There were eyes afar who watch your star
As it rose with the Southern cross
There were hearts that bled when your cause was sped
And old Ireland felt your lost
While the flower shall blow, and the waters flow
Through Shannon, Suir, and Lee
And the patriot's song shall roll along
And winding the waves for thee
So the deepest wave of the fallen brave
Told where Cleburne crossed their lines
And the rank and file from our old fair isle
Showed the courage of foreign kinds
And they'll tell with pride how Cleburne died
In the land of the free and the brave
And his sword of might was a beam of light
Though it led to an Exile's grave