At Boulavogue as the sun was setting On the bright May meadows of Shelmaliar Our 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'll fight and die'
He led us on 'gainst the coming soldier, The cowardly yeomen we put to flight It was at the Harrow the boys of Wexford Showed Bookies' regiment how men could fight
Look out for hirelings, King George of England, Search ev'ry promentory where breathes a slave For Father Murphy from 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 Yoes at Tullow took Father Murphy And they burned his body upon the rack
God grant you glory, brave Father Murphy, And open heaven to all your men For the cause that called you may call tomorrow In another fight for the green again