Twenty men from Dublin town Riding on the mountainside Fearless of the Saxon frown Twenty brothers true and tried Blood flows in the city streets There the green is lying low Here the emerald standard greets Eyes alike of friend and foe Fly the city brothers tried Join us on the mountainside Where we've England's power defied Twenty men from Dublin town Twenty men from Dublin town Full of love and full of hate For our chief Wolfe Tone is down Hand of God avenge his fate Joy it is where 'ere we meet Redcoats on the mountain track As deer they must be fleet If to Dublin they get back Fly the city brothers tried Join us on the mountainside Where we've England's power defied Twenty men from Dublin town Twenty men from Dublin town Every night around the fire Brimming glasses we tossed down To our captain Michael Dwyer 'Slainte, Michael,' brave and true Then there rings the wild hurrah As we drink dear land to you Eire, slainte geal go bragh Fly the city brothers tried Join us on the mountainside Where we've England's power defied Twenty men from Dublin town