text:  Hurrah for Clontarf though the Saxon may smile The last greatest triumph of Erin's green isle! Let the scoffer scoff on while I hereby _proclaim_ That flight may be courage and fear but a name; That boasting is good when 'tis good for the cause But in sight of cold steel _we should honour the laws_; That powder and shot make men swallow their bile-- So hurrah for the glory of Erin's green isle! If they ask for your leader the land's sword and shield At least none can say that _he fled from the field_