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 Regiment how men could fight Look out for hirelings, King George 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.