Boolavogue

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 warning cry;

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

For Ireland's freedom we fight or die."

He led us on against the coming soldiers,

And the cowardly Yeomen we put to flight;

'Twas at the Harrow the boys of Wexford

Showed Booky'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 the County Wexford

Sweeps o'er the land like a mighty wave.

At Vinegar Hill, o'er the pleasant Slaney,

Our heroes vainly stood back to back,

And the Yeos at Tullow took Father Murphy

And burned his body upon the 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.