Odonnell Abu - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
ODONNELL ABU Composed by M. J. M'Cann. 
Proudly the note of the trumpet is sounding, Loudly the war-cries arise on the gale, Fleetly the steed by Loc Suilig is bounding, To join the thick squadrons in Saimear's green vale. On, every mountaineer, Strangers to flight and fear; Rush to the standard of dauntless Red Hugh! Bonnought and Gallowglass, Throng from each mountain pass! On for old Erin-O'Donnell abu! 
Princely O'Neill to our aid is advanciag, With many a chieftain and warrior-clan; A thousand proud steeds in his vanguard are prancing, 'Neath the borders brave from the banks of the Bann; Many a heart shall quail Under its coat of mail; Deeply the merciless tyrant shall rue When on his ear shall ring, Borne on the breeze's wing, Tyrconnell's dread war-cry-O'Donnell abu! 
Wildly o'er Desmond the war wolf is howling, Fearless the eagle sweeps over the plain, The fox in the streets of the city is prowling, All-all who would scare them are banished or slain! Grasp, overy stalwart hand, Hackbut and battle-brand-Pay them all back the deep debt so long due; Norris and Clifford well Can of Tir-Conaill tell-Onward to glory-O'Donnell abu! 
Sacred the cause that Clan-Conaill's defending-The alters we kneel at and homes of our sires; Ruthless the ruin the foe is extending-Midnight is red with the plunderer's fires! On with O'Donnell, then, Fight the old fight again, Sons of Tir-Conaill all valiant and true; Make the false Saxon feel Erin's avenging steel! Strike for your country!-O'Donnell abu!