Here they are:

The Jackets Green
By Michael Seanlan
as printed in Irish Songs of Resistance
Ed. Patrick Galvin

When I was a maiden young and fair on the pleasant banks of the Lee
No bird that in the greenwood sang was half so blithe and free,
My heart ne'er leapt to flying feet, though love sang me its Queen
Till down the glen rode Sarsfield's men, and they wore their Jackets Green.

Young Donal sat on his gallant grey like a king on a royal seat
And my heart leapt out on his regal way to worship at his feet;
O love had you come in those colours dressed and wooed with a soldier's mien
I'd have laid my head on your throbbing breast for the sake of your Jacket Green.

No hoarded wealth did my true love own save the good sword that he bore
But I loved him for himself alone and the colours that he wore,
For had he come in England's red to make me England's Queen
I'd have roved the high green hills instead for the sake of his Jacket Green.

When William stormed with shot and shell at the walls of Garryowen
In the breach of death my Donal fell and he sleeps near the Treaty Stone,
That breach the foeman never crossed while he swung his broadsword keen
But I do not weep my darling lost for he fell 'neath the Flag of Green.

When Sarsfield sailed away I wept as I heard the wild ochone,
I felt then dead as the men who slept 'neath the walls of Garryowen,
While Ireland held my Donal blest no wild seas rolled between,
I still could fold him to my breast all robed in his Jacket Green.

O Ireland, sad on they lonely soul there breaks the winter sea,
But sadder and higher the wild waves roll from the hearts that break for thee,
Yet grief shall come to thy heartless foes, and their thrones in the dust be seen,
So Irish maids love none but those who wear the Jacket Green.


Hope you enjoy singing it.