Two further verses to the "revolutionary set". They fit as third and last of the set in the DT.

O the night fell black and the rifles crack made perfidious Albion reel
Mid the leaden rain seven tongues of flame did shine o'er the lines of steel
By each shining blade a prayer was said that to Irealnd her sons be true
And when morning broke still the war flag shook its folds in the foggy dew

As back through the glen I rode again, my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I'll kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew.

The above are taken from a (very) secondary source. A few bits sit awkwardly to my ear. I'll see if I can confirm them.

Still think "The Maid of the Moorlough SHore" is the best set to this lovely air!

Regards