Twenty men from Dublin town riding on the mountain side

Fearless of the Saxon frown twenty brothers true and tried

Blood flows in the city streets there the green is lying low

Here the emerald standard greets eyes alike of friend and foe

 

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Fly the city brothers tried join us on the mountain side

Where we've England's power defied twenty men from Dublin town.

 

Twenty men from Dublin town

Full of love and full of hate

Oh! our chief, our Tone, is down

Hand of God, avenge his fate.

Joy it is where'er we meet

Redcoats on the mountain track

Ah! as deer they must be fleet

If they get to Dublin back.

 

Twenty men from Dublin town

Every night around the fire

Brimming methers toss we down

To our Captain Michael Dwyer

Slainte Michael, brave and true

Then there rings the wild "Hurrah!"

As we drink dear land to you.

Eire slainte geal go brath.