From Werner's Readings and Recitations, Volume 44 compiled and arranged by Elise West (New York: Edgar S. Werner & Company, 1908), page 92:

[I have put in boldface the words that are different from the above version.]


SHAUN O'DWYER AGLANNA.
Canon P. A. Sheehan.

After Aughrim's great disaster,
When our foe, in sooth, was master,
It was you that first plunged in and swam
    The Shannon's boiling flood;
And through Slieve Bloom's dark passes,
You led our Gallowglasses,
Altho' the hungry Saxon wolves
    Were howling for our blood.
And as we crossed Tipperary,
We revived the clan O'Leary,
And drove a creacht before us,
    As our horsemen southward came.
With our spears and swords we gored them,
As through flood and flight we bore them,
Still, Shaun O'Dwyer achorra,
    We're worsted in the game.

Long, long we kept the hillside,
Our couch hard by the rill-side,
The sturdy knotty oaken boughs,
    Our curtains overhead;
The summer's blaze we laughed at,
The winter's snow we scoffed at,
And trusted to our long steel swords
    To win us daily bread;
Till the Dutchman's troops came round us,
In fire and steel they bound us;
They blazed the woods and mountains
    Till the very clouds were flame;
Yet our sharpened swords cut through them,
In their very heart we hewed them—
Oh! Shaun O'Dwyer achorra,
    We're worsted in the game.

Here's a health to your and my King,
The Sovereign of our liking;
And to Sarsfield, underneath whose flag
    We cast once more a chance;
For the morning's dawn will bring us
Across the seas, and wing us
To take our stand, and wield a brand
    Among the sons of France.
And though we part in sorrow,
Still, Shaun O'Dwyer achorra,
Our prayer is: "God save Ireland!
    And pour blessings on her name!"
May her sons be true when needed—
May they never feel as we did.
For, Shaun O'Dwyer aglanna,
    We're worsted in the game.