From Songs from the Beautiful City: The Cork Urban Ballads by Jimmy Crowley (book).

Mary Bowles the noble lass
She played a hero's part
When cruel tyrants tried to crush
A generous Irish heart
Never yet was known a lady
Nor likewise ne'er a queen
Who would match the deeds of Mary Bowles
The pride of sweet Clogheen

Chorus:
And it's hands up, hands up, Mary Bowles!
You'll hear the children sing
All along the streets of Pokertown
As she rides to sweet Clogheen

With blackened stick she sketched and drew
Upon a prison wall
But true as steel to gallant friends
She would not talk at all
They took her to the Bridewell
And then to Sunday's Well
But freedom's song bloomed in her breast
And never would she tell

I pray to heaven that every maid
Like Mary, would be true
To comrades brave; to Ireland's cause
To God and Róisín Dubh
Then we would boast a patriot host
From whence to pick a queen
To match the deeds of Mary Bowles
The pride of sweet Clogheen

A heart that swelled with pride and joy
And longed for Ireland's cause
And with the volunteers she pledged
To scuttle England's laws
She tried to hide a Lewis gun
And she scarcely seventeen
While bullets flew around her path
The pride of sweet Clogheen

Mary Bowles, the noble lass
She rode up Blarney Lane
Astride her mare, no one would dare
To show to her disdain
Hands up, hands up, Mary Bowles
You'd hear the children say
She was a freedom fighter
They heard their parents say