See who comes over the red blossomed heather

Their green banners kissing the pure mountain air

Heads up high, eyes to front, standing proudly together

Freedom stays thorned on their proud spirits there



Down the hill twining, their blessed armour shining

Like the rivers of beauty yhat flows from each glenn

From the mountains and valleys, to this liberty ralley

Out and make way for brave feinean men



"Macha armagh!"