| lyric | At Boulavogue as the sun was setting
o'er bright May meadows of Shelmalier.
A rebel hand set the heather blazing
and brought the nieghbours from far and near.
Then father Murphy, from old Kilcormack -
spurred up the rocks with a warning cra:
’Arm, arm,’ he cried, ’For I’ve come to lead you,
for Ireland’s freedom we fight or die.
He led us ’gainst coming soldiers,
And the cowardly Yeomen were put to flith;
’Twas at the Barrow’s regiment how men could fight.
Look out for hirelings, King George of England,
Search every kingdom were breathes a slave,
For Father Murphy from the County Wexford
Sweeps o’er the land like a mighty wave.
e took Camolin and Enniscorthy,
And Wexford, stroming, drove out our foes;
’Twas at Slieve Coillte our pikes were reekin,
With the crimson stream of the beaten Yeo’s.
At Tubberneeering and Ballyyellis
Full many a Hessian lay in his gore;
Ah, Father Murphy, had aid come over,
The green flag floated from shore to shore.
At Vinegar Hill, o’er the pleasant Slaney,
Our heroes vainly stood back to back.
And the Yeo’s 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. |