I'll tell a tale of gallant men
Who in the hills 'round Crossmaglen
Became a living legend in their day
Their daring deeds in freedom's fight
Shone like a beacon in the night
Where Harvey and McVerry showed the way
A song can't bring them back again
Or heal the wounds or soothe the pain
A song can only keep alive their names
Of gallant women and of men
Their lives consumed in freedom's flame
And we owe that much to Moley and to Burns
A pall of smoke goes o'er the land
As cruel fate had played it's hand
The two Brendans would've chose no other way
They died the way they'd want to go
In action against the British foe
They lived and died to serve the IRA
A song can't bring them back again
Or heal the wounds or soothe the pain
A song can only keep alive their names
Of gallant women and of men
Their lives consumed in freedom's flame
And we owe that much to Moley and to Burns
In Crossmaglen and Drumintee
We keep alive their memory
In Silverbridge we speak their names with pride
And from Dorsey down to Keady town
Through generations we'll pass on
Their exploits and the cause for which they died
A song can't bring them back again
Or heal the wounds or soothe the pain
A song can only keep alive their names
Of gallant women and of men
Their lives consumed in freedom's flame
And we owe that much to Moley and to Burns
We're a special kind of people here
We breed defiance, never fear
And we'll still be here when the tide against England turns
For in our hearts we know we're right
And we will ne'er give up the fight
We owe that much to Moley and to Burns
A song can't bring them back again
Or heal the wounds or soothe the pain
A song can only keep alive their names
Of gallant women and of men
Their lives consumed in freedom's flame
And we owe that much to Moley and to Burns