In comes the captain's daughter, the captain of the Yeos, Saying, "Brave
United man, we'll ne'er again be foes. A thousand pounds I'll give you, and fly from home with thee And dress myself
in man's attire, and fight for liberty!" We are the boys of Wexford, who fought with heart and hand To burst in twain
the galling chain, and free our native land!
"I want no gold, my maiden fair, to fly from home with thee; Your shining
eyes will be my prize - more dear then gold to me. I want no gold to nerve my arm to do a true man's part To free my
land I'd gladly give the red drops from my heart." We are the boys of Wexford, who fought with heart and hand To burst
in twain the galling chain, and free our native land!
And when we left our cabins, boys, we left with right good will,
To see our friends and neighbours that were at Vinegar Hill! A young man from our ranks, a cannon he let go; He
slapt it into Lord Mountjoy - a tyrant he laid low! We are the boys of Wexford, who fought with heart and hand To burst
in twain the gaIling chain, and free our native land!
We bravely fought and conquered at Ross, and Wexford town; And,
if we failed to keep them, 'twas drink that brought us down. We had no drink beside us on Tubberneering's day, Depending
on the long bright pike, and well it worked its way! We are the boys of Wexford, who fought with heart and hand To
burst in twain the galling chain, and free our native land!
They came into the country our blood to waste and spill;
But let them weep for Wexford, and think of Oulart Hill! 'Twas drink that still betrayed us - of them we had no fear; For
every man could do his part like Forth and Shelmalier! We are the boys of Wexford, who fought with heart and hand To
burst the twain the galling chain, and free our native land!
My curse upon all drinking! It made our hearts full sore: For
bravery won each battle, but drink lost ever more. And if, for want of leaders, we lost at Vinegar Hill, We're ready
for another fight, and love our country still! We are the boys of Wexford, who fought with heart and hand To burst
in twain the galling chain, and free our native land!