At Boulavogue as the sun was setting on the bright May 
meadows of Shelmaliar
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
'he cried, ';for I've come to lead you, for Irelands 
freedom we'll fight or die';

He led us on 'gainst the coming soldier, the cowardly 
yeomen we put to flight
It was at the Harrow the boys of Wexford showed Bookies' 
regiment how men could fight
Look out for hirelings, King George of England, search 
ev'ry country where breathes a slave
For Father Murphy from 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 Yoes at Tullow took Father Murphy and they burned 
his body upon the rack
God grant you glory, brave Father Murphy, and open heaven 
to all your men
For the cause that called you may call tomorrow in 
another fight for the green again