I hear the Colonel crying,
"March, brave boys, there's no denying,
Colours flying, drums are beating,
March, brave boys, there's no retreating!"
Major cries, "Boys, are yez ready?"
"Yes, your honour, firm and steady;
Give every man his flask of powder,
And his firelock on his shoulder!"
mother crys, "Boys, do not wrong me,
Do not take my daughters from me!
If you do, I will torment yez!
After death my ghost will haunt yez!"
Molly, dear, you're young and tender,
And when I'm away, you won't surrender,
But hold out like an ancient Roman,
And I'll make you an honest woman.
Molly, darling, grieve no more,
I'm going to fight for Ireland's glory;
If I come back, I'll come victorious;
If I die, my soul in glory is!