Have you heard of Michael Dwyer,
And his mountain men?
Runs your blood
like molten fire,
When you hear again
How he dashed like mountain torrent,
On his country´s bitter foes,
Like
a thundering tearing torrent
Upon the craven yeos?
Here´s a chorus, chant it loudly
On the still night air,
As
the war-shout rises loudly,
Above the trumpet´s blare,
Chant it, peal it, til it echoes
Over every hill and glen,
Here´s
to gallant Michael Dwyer,
And his mountain men!
When the star of freedom vanished
And our flag went down,
And
the nation´s hope was banished,
From each vale and town,
Borne intact through blood and fire
Ireland´s banner waved
again,
Held aloft by Michael Dwyer
And his mountain men.
Still the nation´s hopes are burning
As they burned
of yore,
And the young and strong are yearning
For the battle´s roar,
But that blessed star of liberty
Shall never
blaze again,
Till we strike like Michael Dwyer
And his mountain men!