▁tra itors ▁and ▁cro pp ies ▁lie ▁down . ▁Down , ▁down , ▁cro pp ies ▁lie ▁down . ▁ ▁The ▁reb els ▁so ▁bold , ▁when ▁they ' ve ▁none ▁to ▁opp ose , ▁To ▁houses ▁and ▁hay stack s ▁are ▁terrible ▁fo es ; ▁They ▁murder ▁poor ▁par s ons ▁and ▁like wise ▁their ▁w ives , ▁At ▁the ▁sight ▁of ▁a ▁soldier ▁they ▁run ▁for ▁their ▁lives ; ▁When ever ▁we ▁march ▁over ▁country ▁and ▁town ▁In ▁d itch es ▁and ▁cell ars ▁the ▁cro pp ies ▁lie ▁down . ▁Down , ▁down , ▁cro pp ies ▁lie ▁down . ▁ ▁In ▁Dublin ▁the ▁tra itors ▁were ▁ready ▁to ▁rise ▁And ▁murder ▁was ▁seen ▁in ▁their ▁lower ing ▁eyes ▁With ▁poison , ▁the ▁cow ards , ▁they ▁aim ed ▁to ▁succeed ▁And ▁thousands ▁were ▁do omed ▁by ▁the ▁assass ins ▁to ▁ble ed ▁But ▁the ▁ye oman ▁advanced , ▁of ▁reb els ▁the ▁dread ▁And ▁each ▁cro ppy ▁soon ▁hid ▁his ▁d ast ard ly ▁head ▁Down , ▁down , ▁cro pp ies ▁lie ▁down . ▁ ▁Should ▁France ▁e ' er ▁attempt , ▁by ▁fra ud ▁or ▁by ▁gu ile , ▁Her ▁forces ▁to ▁land ▁on ▁Er in ' s ▁green ▁is le , ▁We ' ll ▁show ▁that ▁they ▁n ' er ▁can ▁make ▁free ▁soldiers , ▁slaves , ▁They ▁shall ▁only ▁possess ▁our ▁green ▁fields ▁for ▁their ▁gra ves ; ▁Our ▁country ' s ▁app la uses ▁our ▁triumph s ▁will ▁crown , ▁Wh ilst ▁with ▁their