As I rode out one evening in the holy month of June
I strayed into an old churchyard to view a new built tomb
I overheard an old man say as tears rolled from his eyes
It's underneath the cold green sod brave Peter Crowley lies
Then tell me Peter Crowley come tell me, tell me true
Who stepped into Kilclooney would that day along with you
Who stood behind that broad oak tree and fired that signal gun
Who fought and died for Ireland was you my darling son
The man who fired the signal went into his low abode
For many a mile he shouldered it the dark and dreary road
Stiff and cold its there you lay a choisle geal mo chroi
Because you were a Fenian bold and fought for liberty
And now to conclude and finish as I have no more to say
May the almighty and eternal God soon rise you from your clay
With a thousand men at your command and they both loyal and true
To conquer English, Dutch, and Dane as Irishmen could do