Last night I had a happy dreamDoris Lee's where I'd beI'd talk with every IrishmanWe'd settle Ireland freeAnd how excited I becameWhen I heard the cannon's roarO'er Grimacree I had longed to seeOld Ireland free once moreIt is true we had brave IrishmenAs every one must knowO'er Neil O'Donoghue's harsh field tripLord Edward and the wolf toreAnd all his ruby damageUntil death he'd never give o'erO'er Grimacree I had longed to seeOld Ireland free once moreNow we can forgetThe farm o'er here that lives in memory stillO'er the bayes of 98Who fought in Vinegar HillWith Father Murphy by their sideAnd his green flag waving o'erO'er Grimacree I had longed to seeOld Ireland free once moreO'er Welling, Larkin and O'BrienTheir country to set freeAnd some of the brave IrishmenWill make their sacks and fleeBut day and night they'll always fightUntil death he'd never give o'erO'er Grimacree I had longed to seeOld Ireland free once more*