You can talk and write and boast about your Fenains and your clans And how the boys from County Cork beat up the Black and Tans Now view a little codger who came out without a scar His name was Paddy Mulligan, the Man from Mullingar The peelers chased him out of Connemarra For beating up the match-man, Dan O'Hara And when he came to Ballymote, he stole the parson's car And he sold it to the bishop in the town of Mullingar Oh, seven hundred peelers couldn't catch him The king sent out an order for to lash him When Paddy came to Dublin town, he stole an armoured car And he gave it to the IRA Brigade in Mullingar On Easter Monday when the boys did hear the bugle's sound Paddy raised the flag of war down in his native town First he went to make his peace with dear old Father Maher And then he blew the barracks up and wrecked half of Mullingar When Ireland takes her place among the nations of the world A flag of orange, white and green to the fore winds is unfurled Then you will find the roll of honour is marked up with a star For Patrick Sarsfield Mulligan, the man from Mullingar