I joined the flying column in Nineteen and Sixteen
In Cork with Seán Moylan, Tipperary with Dan Breen
I'm arrested by free staters and sentenced for to die
"Farewell to Tipperary," said the Galtee mountain boy

We went across the valleys and over the hilltops green
Where we met with Dinny Lacey, Seán Hogan and Dan Breen
Seán Moylan and his gallant men, they kept the flag flyin' high
"Farewell to Tipperary," said the Galtee mountain boy

We trekked the Wicklow Mountains; we were rebels on the run
Though hunted night and morning, we were outlaws but free men
We roamed the Dublin Mountains as the Sun was shining high
"Farewell to Tipperary," said the Galtee mountain boy

Oh, I'll bid farewell to old Clonmel, I never more will see
And to the Galtee mountains that oft-times sheltered me
The men who fought for their liberty, who died without a sigh
"May their cause be ne'er forgotten," said the Galtee mountain boy