"Then tell me William Wilson, tell me why you hurry so
Has Tammy Archer called you and the other boys to go
A riding roun the country from the Port up to Coleraine
Searching for your comrades whom they say have died in vain

By the waning a the moon, by the waning a the moon
We ride wi Tammy Archer by the waning a the moon

We search not for our comrades whose names we mind wi pride
Who fell outside ould Antrim town or by Bann water side
Our quest is for fair booty to maintain our noble cause
An crush the hands would slave us under foreign foeman's laws

We ride out on the darkest night, no moonbeams light our way
No bridle glint or flickered flint our presence doth betray
And when dawn streaks the eastern sky at peeping o the day
By mountain glen or wooded height ye'll find us far away

Death to all informers, those men who're bought and sold
Base cattle in the market place, so shameful to behold
Ye know we hai no pity, our hand we will not stay
Wi your liver and your inards inards the price ye'll surely pay"

... with respect to the folk at Bonnie Before, Carrickfergus