Twenty men from Dublin town
Riding on the mountainside
Fearless of the Saxon frown
Twenty brothers true and tried
Blood flows in the city streets
There the green is lying low
Here the emerald standard greets
Eyes alike of friend and foe
Fly the city brothers tried
Join us on the mountainside
Where we've England's power defied
Twenty men from Dublin town
Twenty men from Dublin town
Full of love and full of hate
For our chief Wolfe Tone is down
Hand of God avenge his fate
Joy it is where 'ere we meet
Redcoats on the mountain track
As deer they must be fleet
If to Dublin they get back
Fly the city brothers tried
Join us on the mountainside
Where we've England's power defied
Twenty men from Dublin town
Twenty men from Dublin town
Every night around the fire
Brimming glasses we tossed down
To our captain Michael Dwyer
'Slainte, Michael,' brave and true
Then there rings the wild hurrah
As we drink dear land to you
Eire, slainte geal go bragh
Fly the city brothers tried
Join us on the mountainside
Where we've England's power defied
Twenty men from Dublin town