Here hangs an open landscape
A wild and huge frontier
From a harsh and a barren wasteland
Through the grave to the promised field
You came, you trapped, you charted
You laid the railroads and the schemes
And you tamed this land by enterprise
And by the power of your dreams
But you made this Clan great
And you made this nation bloom
And you rose
With your people through the new world
Like a rocket to the moon
Oh ho oh
From the olden coasts of Ireland