Boulavogue

At Boulavogue, as the sun was setting
O'er the bright May meadows of Shelmalier
A rebel hand set the heather blazing
And brought the neighbours from far and near

Then Father Murphy, from old Kilcormuck
Spurred up the rocks with a warning cry
'Arm, arm!', he cried, 'For I've come to lead you
For Ireland's freedom we'll fight or die!'

He led us on 'gainst the coming soldiers
The cowardly yeomen, we put to flight
T'was at the Harrow, the boys of Wexford
Showed Bookey's regiment how men could fight

Look out for hirelings, King George of England
Search every kingdom that breeds a slave
For Father Murphy from the County Wexford
Sweeps o'er the land like a mighy 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