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P.J. McCall

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At Boolavogue as the sun was setting
O'er the bright May meadows of Shelmalier
A rebel hand sent the heather blazing
And brought the neighbors from far and near
Then Father Murphy from old Kilcormick
Spurred up the rocks with a warning cry
"Arm, arm," he cried, "for I've come to lead you
For Ireland's freedom we'll fight or die!"

He led us on 'gainst the coming soldiers
The cowardly yeomen we put to flight
'Twas at the Harrow the boys of Wexford
Showed Bookey's regiments how men could fight
Look out for hirelings, King George of England
Search every kingdom that breeds a slave
For Father Murphy of the county Wexford
Sweeps o'er the land like a mighty wave!

At Vinegar Hill. o'er the pleasant Slaney
Our heroes vainly stood back to back
And the yeos at Tullow took Father Murphy
And burned his body upon the rack
God grant you glory, brave Father Murphy
And open Heaven to all your men
The cause that called you may call tomorrow
In another fight for the Green again.



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