At Boulavogue, as the sun was setting
A rebel hand set the heather blazing
And brought the neighbors
Spurred up the rocks with a
"for I've come to lead you,
For Ireland's freedom we fight
He led us on 'gainst the coming soldiers,
Sweeps o'er the land like a mighty wave.
We took Camolin and Enniscorthy,
And Wexford storming drove out our
'Twas at Slieve Coillte our pikes
With the crimson stream of the
At Tubberneering and Ballyellis
Ah, Father Murphy, had aid come over,
At Vinegar Hill, o'er the pleasant Slaney,
Our heroes vainly stood back to back,
And the Yeos at Tullow took
And burned his body upon the rack.
God grant you glory, brave Father Murphy,
The cause that called you
In another fight for the green again.