BOULAVOGUE
(P.J.McCall)
At Boulavogue, as the sun was setting
O'er bright May meadows of Shelmalier,
A re bel hand set the heather blazing
And brought the neighbors
from far and near.
Then Father Murphy,
from old Kilcormack,
Spurred up the rocks with a
warning cry;
"Arm! Arm!" he cried,
"for I've come to lead you,
For Ireland's freedom we fight
or die."
He led us on 'gainst
the coming soldiers,
The cowardly Yeomen we
put to flight;
'Twas at the Harrow the
boys of Wexford
Showed Bookey's regiment
how men could fight.
Look out for hirelings,
King George of England,
Search every kingdom
where breathes a slave,
For Father Murphy of the
County Wexford
Sweeps o'er the land like a
mighty wave.
We took Camolin and Enniscorthy,
And Wexford storming drove
out our foes;
'Twas at Slieve Coillte our
pikes were reeking
With the crimson stream of
the beaten yeos.
At Tubberneering and Ballyellis
Full many a Hessian lay in his gore;
Ah, Father Murphy, had aid come over,
The green flag floated from
shore to shore!
At Vinegar Hill, o'er the pleasant Slaney,
Our heroes vainly stood
back to back,
And the Yeos at Tullow took
Father Murphy
And burned his body upon
the rack.
God grant you glory, brave Father Murphy,
And open Heaven to
all your men;
The cause that called you
may call tomorrow
In an other fight for the green again.
Recorded by Galvin,
Clancys
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