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At Boolavogue as the sun was setting,
O'er the bright May meadows of Shelmalier,
A rebel hand set the heather blazing,
And brought the neighbours from far and near.

Then Father Murphy from old Kilcormack
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!"

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.