After Aughrim’s great disaster
When our foe, in sooth, was master
It was you who first plunged in and swam
The Shannon’s raging flood
And through Sliabh Bloom’s dark passes
You led your Gallowglasses
Although the hungry Saxon wolves
Were howling for your blood
And as we crossed Tipperary
We rived the Clan O’Leary
And drove a creacht before us
As our horsemen onward came
With our spears and swords we gored them
As through flood and fire we bore them
Still Sean O Diubhir a’Ghleanna
We were worsted in the game.

Long, long we’ve kept the hillside
Our couch hard by the rillside
The sturday knotted oaken boughs
Our cutain overhead
The Summer sun we laughed at
The Winter snow we scoffed at
And trusted to our long bright swords
To win us daily bread
Til the Dutchman’s troops came around us
In steel and fire they bound us
They blazed the woods and mountains
Till the very clouds were flame
Yet our sharpened swords cut through them
To their very hearts we hewed them
Still Sean O Duibhir a’Ghleanna
You were worsted in the game.

Here’s a health to yours, -- and my – king
The sovereign of our liking
And to Sarsfield, underneath whose flag
We’ll cast once more a chance
For the morning dawn will wing us
Across the seas and bring us
To take a stand and wield a brand
Amongst the sons of France
And as we part in sorrow
Still, Sean O Duibhir, a chara
Our prayer is ‘God Save Ireland’
And pour blessings on her name
May her sons be true when needed
May they never fail, as we did
For Sean O Duibhir a’Ghleanna
We were worsted in the game.