By day and night
the crosses stand
as the waves rolled
them ashore
Looking south
whence they all came
to end on a
wave splashed rock
The seven seas
held no fear
for "fear na bàta"
of the heather isle
But the eagle swooped
that stormy night
and new year broke
with broken hearts
We now know
that all know
what was suffered
in nineteen nineteen
The island does not forget
who sacrificed their all
on its very shore
that new year's morn
