At Boolavogue, as the sun was setting
O'er the bright May meadows of Shelmalier,
A rebel hand set the heather blazing
And brought the neighbours from far and near.
Then Father Murphy, from old Kilcormack,
Spurred up the rocks with a warlike cry;
"Arm! Arm!" he cried, "For I've come to lead you,
For Ireland's freedom we will fight or die."
He led us on against the coming soldiers,