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