At Bulldog, when the sun was setting, O'er the bright May meadows of Chamelier, A rebel hand set the heather blazing And brought the neighbors from far and near. Then Father Murphy from old Kilcormock Spurred up the rock with a warning cry, Arm, arm, he cried, for I've come to lead you For Ireland's freedom, we'll fight or die, He led a song against the coming soldiers And the cowardly old men we put to flight. It was at the harrow, the boys of Wexford Shut bookies' regiments, how men could fight Look out for Ireland's King George of England. Every kingdom where breeds display Where Father Murphy from county Wexford Sweeps o'er the land like a mighty wave At Vinegar Hill, o'er the pleasant Slaney A hero vainly stood like a knight The yoles that telleth to Father Murphy Unburn his body for calling the rag God grant you glory, brave Father Murphy And open heaven to all your men That calls the call, we'll call tomorrow For Ireland's freedom, we'll fight or die.