Lyrics and notes copied from Ballads of Irish Chivalry by Robert Dwyer Joyce, edited with annotations by Patrick Weston Joyce (London: Longmans, Green, & Co., 1908), page 15:

[I have boldfaced the words that are different between this text and the one above. Note there are 4 additional verses.]


THE BATTLE OF BENBURB.
Robert Dwyer Joyce

Benburb, on the Blackwater, five miles N.-W. from Armagh, where Owen Roe O'Neill defeated the Scottish army under Monroe: 1646. Consult any History of Ireland.

1. O'er the hills of Benburb rose the red beam of day,
Gleaming bright from our foemen in battle array;
But as brightly again in the midsummer glow,
It shone back from the troops of our brave Owen Roe.

2. Monroe had his thousands arrayed at his back,
With their Puritan mantles steel morion and jack,
And with him Ardes, Blayney, and Conway had come;
To crush Owen Roe at the roll of the drum.

3. And who with O'Neill on that morn drew the brand?
Bold hearts as e'er beat by the Blackwater strand:
Sir Phelim, brave chief, with the bosom of fire,
O'Donnell, MacSweeney, and gallant Maguire.

4. From Berry's wild woodlands, from Maine's sounding tide,[1]
From Leitrim and Longford, came chiefs to our side,
And stern in the front with his sabre in hand,
Stood bold Myles the Slasher the pride of our land.[2]

5. We kept, all that noontide, the Scotsmen at play,
Though we thought of their forays and burned for the fray;
For our Chief bade us wait till the eve had begun,
Then rush on the foe with our backs to the sun.

6. Then down to our front with his chiefs he spurred fast,—
"My brave men! the day of our weakness is past;
We have hearts now as firm as our sires had of yore,
When Bagenal they routed by Callan's green shore.[3]

7. "See, their cannon the foe for our columns have set;
Strike, and have them to play on their own columns yet;
For God and green Erin stern and sure be your blow,
As ye fight in my path!" said our brave Owen Roe.

8. Hurrah for the Red Hand![4] And on, to a man,
Our columns poured down like a storm on their van,
Where a sermon was preaching to strengthen their zeal,
But we gave them a sermon—the point of our steel.

9. The Slasher looked round as we closed in the fight,—
"Now, my men"—he called out—"reap your harvest ere night!"
Then he dashed at the foe with his long heavy blade,
And, mavrone, what a lane through their columns he made!

10. There was panic before us and panic beside,
As their horsemen fled back in a wild broken tide;
And we swept them along by the Blackwater shore
Till we reddened its tide with the Puritans' gore.

11. Few foemen escaped on that well-stricken day;
On the field, in the river, by thousands they lay;
Fierce Blaney had fallen where he charged by the fen—
He slept face to heav'n by the side of his men.

12. A kern[5] by the river held something on high;—
"Saint Columb, is it thus that our enemies fly!
Perchance 'tis my coolun which they clipped long ago. —
Mílĕ Gloria, the rough wig of flying Monroe!"[6]

13. And we took from the foes ere that calm twilight fall
Their horses and baggage and banners and all;
Then we sat by our watch-fires and drank in the glow
Merry health to our leader, the brave Owen Roe!


[1] Maine, the river flowing by Castlemaine in Kerry.

[2] Mailmora or Myles O'Reilly, called Myles the Slasher from his great strength and bravery—a colonel under Owen Roe.

[3] At the battle of the Yellow Ford on the river Callan, six miles north of Armagh, where Hugh O'Neill defeated Bagenal: 1598.

[4] The Red Hand was the cognisance and standard of the O'Neills, kings of Ulster.

[5] Kern, a foot-soldier: "Coolun," the long hair at the back of the head.

[6] "Monroe escaped and fled in panic, bareheaded, leaving on the field his sword, cloak, helmet, and wig." Joyce's History of Ireland.