Lyrics as sung by Nora Butler and Pat Swan .....

Come on in cried the old bean a’ tí
Come on in and sit down my old darling
For I’ve a strange tale to tell unto thee

Oh Last night as the cocks were a’ crowing
Sure there came a loud knock on my door
And I thought ‘twas my sons were returning
From the ambush below in Rossmore

So I gazed through a slip in my window
What a grand sight my eyes had ne’er seen
For there stood a group of irreg’lars
And they sporting their banners all green

Then boldly they entered my cabin
And they stacked all their guns on my floor
‘It’s a cold night’ replied the young captain
To be crossing o’er sweet Galtee Mór

So come fill up our glasses with whisky
For we’re traitors to England’s loyal queen
And I heard on the mountains far over
That you keep here a little síbín

So here’s to the brave Seán Tracey
Sparky Breen and the brave Cathal Brugha
To the fearless and dauntless Dinny Lacey
Who died to give Ireland her due