Hugh de Lacy
He is going down
He is going down
Hugh de Lacy
His race is run
His race is run
As the ship goes under
White peaks of foam
Go soaring up the cliffs of Achill
Many men roll away this night
Let no one say
The O'Malley's fear their own water
Nor did they
Ever lose a chance
For plundering shipwreck
Heave ho
Hugh de Lacy
He has won my heart
He has won my heart
Hugh de Lacy
They have cut him down
They have cut him down
Oh I shall have
My vengeance sweet
My vengeance sweet