Irish Song Lyrics 
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Boolavogue 
At Boolavogue as the sun was setting, O`er the bright may meadows of Shelmalier, A rebel hand set the heather blazing, and brought the neighbours from far and near; 
Then Father Murphy from old Kilcormack 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 lead us on against the coming soldiers, And 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 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 Coilte our pikes were reeking With the crimson blood 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 burnt his body upon a rack. 
God grant you glory, brave Father Murphy, And open Heaven to all your men, the cause that called you may call tomorrow, in another fight for the Green again.