The summer sun was sinking low behind the western sea
The larks loud song was pealing sweet but it brought no joy to me
For the one I'd loved is far away he left his tyrants den
He fought till death and then he left the woodlands of Loughglynn
A noble Irishman was he Sean Bergin was his name
He belonged to Tipperary and from Nenagh town he came
But now thank God that he is gone he is free from harm and sin
And he let them have his parting shot in the woodlands of Loughglynn
McDermott too was brave and true from the plains of Ballinagare
He is missed from many a fireside from the homes both near and far
He is missed at home in Brackloon by his own dear kith and kin
And his comrades true shall miss
Him too in the woodlands of Loughglynn
Young Bergin said he that was proud to die for Ireland's cause
The deed was done that should be done against England's cruel laws
He said goodbye to Tipperary town and to every dale and glen
And to all my faithful comrades in the woodlands of Loughglynn
Take this message to our own brave boys and tell them we are dead
Tell them to be of utmost cheer and to hold no drooping head
To keep the flag still flying high to fight and not give in
And be proud to die beneath an
Irish sky in the woodlands of Loughglynn