It’s time that Ireland reclaimed birthright,
nurtured the children of the Gael:
cast our nets far beyond landsight;
cast off these European chains.
The ocean shared but with few others:
Iceland, Scots, and the distant shores;
Let the sea again be mother,
Not some tawdry EU whore.
Heed the voices of independence:
Of sea and winds; unbind our we’ans.
Slough the beggar’s meek attendance:
Cast off these European chains.
Extend the hand to all who love us.
Close ears to whispered fear and doubt.
There are none who stand above us.
Crush that damned box. We’re moving out.