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 neighbors from far and near.

Then Fr. Murphy from Old Kilcormack Spurred up the rocks with a warning cry, Arm arm he cried for I've come to lead you For Irelands freedom we fight or die.

Heled us 'gainst the coming soldier And the cowardly yoeman were put to flight' 'Twas at the Barrow the boys of Wexford Showed Bookeys regiment how men could fight.

Look out for hirelings King George of England search every kingdom wheres breathes a slave For Fr. Murphy from County Wexford Sweeps o'er the land like a mighty wave.

At Vinegar Hill, oer the pleasant Slaney Our heroes vainly stood back to back Andthe Yoes at Tullow took Fr. Murphy And burned his body upon the rack.

God grant you glory, brave Fr. Murphy And open Heaven, to all your men The cause that called you may call tomorrow In another fight for the green again.

taken from the Irish Tenors C.D. MDT 8552