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 rock with a warning cry:

"Arm! Arm!" he cried, "For I've come to lead you

for Ireland's freedom we'll fight or die!"



He lead us on against the coming soldiers

And the cowardly Yeomen we put to flight

'Twas at the Harrow the boys of Wexford

Showed Bookey's regiment how men could fight



Look out for hirelings, King George of England

Search every kingdom where breathes a slave

For Father Murphy of County Wexford

Sweeps o'er the land like a mighty wave



We took Camolin and Enniscorthy

And Wexford storming drove out our foes

'Twas at Slieve Coilte our pikes were reeking

With the crimson blood of the beaten Yeos



At Tubberneering and Ballyellis

Full many a Hessian lay in his gore

Ah! Father Murphy had aid come over

The Green Flag floated from shore to shore!



At Vinegar Hill, O'er the pleasant Slaney

Our heroes vainly stood back to back

and the Yeos at Tullow took Father Murphy

and burnt his body upon a rack



God grant you glory, brave Father Murphy

And open Heaven to all your men

the cause that called you may call tomorrow

in another fight for the Green again