At Boolavogue as the sun was setting,O'er the bright May meadow 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 fight or die."
He led us on 'gainst the coming solders,the cowardly yeomen we put to fight,
T'was at the harrow,the boys of Wexford showed Bookie's regiments how men could fight.
Look out for hirelings, King George of England, search every kingdom where breathes a slave,
For Father Murphy, from County Wexford, sweeps o'er the land like a mighty wave!
At Vinigar Hill o'er the pleasant Slaney our heroes vainly stood back to back.
And the yeos a Tullow took Fr. Murphy and burned his body upon the rack.
God grant you glory brave Fr. Murphy,and open heaven to all your men.
The cause that called you, may come tomorrow, in another fight for the green again.
