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 neighbours from far and near
Then Father Murphy, from old Kilcormack
Spurred up the rock with a warning cry:
"Arm! Arm!" he cried, "for I’ve come to lead you
For Ireland's freedom we'll fight or die"

He led us on ’gainst the coming soldiers
And the cowardly Yeomen we put to flight
'Twas at the Harrow the boys of Wexford
Showed Bookey's Rеgiment how men could fight
Look out for hirelings, King Gеorge of England
Search ev'ry kingdom, 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 bravely 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
For the cause that called you may call tomorrow
In another fight for the Green again