At Boulavogue as the sun was setting on the bright May
meadows of Shelmaliar
A rebel hand set the heather blazing and brought the
neighbours from far and near
Then Father Murphy from old Kilcormack spurred up the
rocks with a warning cry
'he cried, ';for I've come to lead you, for Irelands
freedom we'll fight or die';
He led us on 'gainst the coming soldier, the cowardly
yeomen we put to flight
It was at the Harrow the boys of Wexford showed Bookies'
regiment how men could fight
Look out for hirelings, King George of England, search
ev'ry country where breathes a slave
For Father Murphy from the 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 Yoes at Tullow took Father Murphy and they burned
his body upon the rack
God grant you glory, brave Father Murphy, and open heaven
to all your men
For the cause that called you may call tomorrow in
another fight for the green again