Boolavogue
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At Bullocklow, when 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'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 Bokeen's regiment how men could fight
Look out for hirelings, King George of England!
Suffrage every kingdom where breeds the slave
For Father Murphy from 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
The yeos that tele to Father Murphy
And burned his body upon the rack
God grant you glory, brave Father Murphy
And open heaven to all your men
That cause the call will call tomorrow
For Ireland's freedom we'll fight or die