Lyrics:

After Aughrim's great disaster when your foe in sooth was master
It was you who first plunged in and swam the Shannon's boiling flood
And through Sliabh Bloom's dark passes you led our Gallowglasses
Although the hungry Saxon wolves were howling for your blood
And as we crossed Tipperary we rived the clan O'Laoghaire
And drove a creach before us as our horsemen onwards came
With our swords and spears we'd gore them through flood and light we bored them
Ah but Seán Ó duibhir a'Ghleanna we were worsted in the game

Long long we kept the hillside our couch hard by the rillside
The sturdy knotted oaken boughs our curtain overhead
The summer's blaze we laughed at the winter's snows we scoffed at
And trusted in our sharpened swords to win us daily bread
But the Dutchmen's troops came round us through fire and ball they bound us
And blazed the woods and valleys 'til the very sky was flame
Still our long sharp swords cut through them in their very hearts we hewed them
Ah but Seán Ó Duibhir a'Ghleanna we were worsted in the game

Here's a health to yours and my king the sovereign to our liking
And to Sarsfield underneath whose flag once more we'll take a chance
That the morning's tide may find us across the seas and win us
A place to stand and wield the brand among the sons of France
And as we part in sorrow a Seán Ó Duibhir a Chara
Our hope is God Save Ireland pour blessings on her name
May her sons be true when needed may they never fail as we did
Ah but Seán Ó duibhir a'Ghleanna we were worsted in the game