Boulavogue - The Dubliners

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