At Boolavogue as the sun was setting O'er the bright May meadows of Shelmalier A rebel hand set the heather blazing And brought the neighbors from far and near Then Father Murphy from old Kilcormack Spurred up the rocks with a warning cry Arm, arm, he cried, for I've come to lead you For Ireland's freedom we fight or die He led us on against the coming soldiers And the cowardly Yeomen we put to flight 'Twas at the Harrow the boys of Wexford Showed Bookey's regiment how men can fight Look out for hirelings King George of England Search every kingdom where breathes a slave For Father Murphy of County Wexford Sweeps o'er the land like a mighty wave At Vinegar Hill o'er the pleasant Slaney Our heroes vainly stood back to back And the Yeos at Tullow took Father Murphy And burned his body upon the rack God grant you glory brave Father Murphy And open heaven to all your men The cause that called you may call tomorrow In another fight for the green again