Proudly the note of the trumpet is sounding Loudly the war cries arise on the gale Fleetly the steed by Lough Swilly is bounding To join the thick squadrons on Saimer's green vale On, every mountaineer, strangers to flight of fear Rush to the standard of dauntless Red Hugh Bonnaught and Gallowglass, throng from each mountain pass Onward for Erin, O'Donnell Ab?
Princely O'Neill to our aid is advancing With many a chieftain and warrior clan A thousand proud steeds in his vanguard are prancing 'Neath the borders brave from the banks of the Bann Many a heart shall quail under its coat of mail Deeply the merciless foeman shall rue When on his ear shall ring, borne on the breeze's wing Tyrconnell's dread war-cry: 'O'Donnell Ab?!'
Wily old Desmond the war wolf is howling Fearless the eagle sweeps over the plain The fox in the streets of the city is prowling And all who would scare them are banished or slain On with O'Donnell then, fight the old fight again Sons of Tyrconnell, are valiant and true Make the proud Saxon feel Erin's avenging steel Strike for your country, O'Donnell Ab?