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Paddies Evermore – A Traditional Irish Street Ballad (19th Century)

Paddies Evermore is a traditional Irish street ballad from the 19th century, expressing endurance, identity, and quiet resolve in the face of centuries of hardship. This performance follows the original traditional melody and preserves the character of the historic street ballad as it would have been sung and passed from voice to voice. Sung with restraint and dignity, the song speaks not through spectacle, but through continuity — a people standing, remembering, and remaining. Lyrics (Public Domain) The hour is past to fawn or crouch As suppliants for our right; Let word and deed unshrinking vouch The banded millions’ might; Let them who scorned the fountain rill Now dread the torrent’s roar, And hear our echoed chorus still— We’re Paddies evermore! What though they menace? suffering men Their threats and them despise; Or promise justice once again? We know their words are lies; We stand resolved those rights to claim They robbed us of before, Our own dear nation and our name, As Paddies evermore. Look round—the Frenchman governs France; The Spaniard rules in Spain; The gallant Pole but waits his chance To break the Russian chain. The strife for freedom here begun We never will give o’er, Nor own a land on earth but one— We’re Paddies evermore. That strong and single love to crush, The despot ever tried— A fount it was whose living gush His hated arts defied; ’Tis fresh, as when his foot accursed Was planted on our shore, And now and still, as from the first, We’re Paddies evermore. What reck we though six hundred years Have o’er our thraldom rolled? The soul that roused O’Conor’s spears Still lives as true and bold. The tide of foreign power to stem Our fathers bled of yore, And we stand here to-day, like them, True Paddies evermore. Where’s our allegiance? With the land For which they nobly died; Our duty? By our cause to stand, Whatever chance betide; Our cherished hope? To heal the woes That rankle at her core; Our scorn and hatred? To her foes, Like Paddies evermore. Credits Traditional Irish street ballad (19th century) Lyrics: Anonymous (Public Domain) Melody: Traditional Irish air Arrangement: Irish Longing