At Boulavogue, as the sun was setting
O'er the bright May meadows of Shalmaleer
A rebel hand set the heather blazing
And brought the neighbors from far and near.
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Then Father Murphy, from old Kilcormac,
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 or die."
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He leads us on 'gains the coming soldiers,
The cowardly yeomen we put to flight.
'Twas at the Hara, the boys of Wexford showed
Bougie's regiment old men could fight.
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Look out for hirelings King George of England,
Search every Kingdom that breeds a slave
For Father Murphy, from County Wexford,
Sweeps o'er the land like a mighty wave.
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At Vinegar Hill o'er the Pleasant Slane,
Our heroes bravely stood back to back.
And the Youls at Tulla took Father Murphy
And burned his body upon the rack.
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God grant you glory 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.