My spurs are rusted, my coat is rent, my plume is damp 
with rain
And the thistle down and the barley beard are thick on my 
horses mane
But my rifle's as bright as my sweetheart's eye, my arm 
is strong and free
What care have I for your king or laws, I'm an outlawed 
rapparee
Chorus:
Lift your glasses friends with mine and give your hand to 
me
I'm England's foe, I'm Ireland's friend, I'm an outlawed 
rapparee
The mountain cavern is my home, up high in the crystal 
air
And my bed of limestone iron ribbed and the brown heath 
smelling fair
Let George or William only send his troops to burn or 
loot
We'll meet them up on equal ground and we'll fight them 
foot to foot
Hunted from out our father's home, pursued by steel and 
shot
A bloody warfare we must wage or the gibbet be our lot
Hurrah! This war is welcome work, the hunted outlaw knows
He steps unto his country's love o'er the corpses of his 
foes