And his mountain men?
Runs your blood like molten fire,
When you hear again
How he dashed like mountain torrent,
On his country´s bitter foes,
Like a thundering tearing torrent
Upon the craven yeos?

Here´s a chorus, chant it loudly
On the still night air,
As the war-shout rises loudly,
Above the trumpet´s blare,
Chant it, peal it, til it echoes
Over every hill and glen,
Here´s to gallant Michael Dwyer,
And his mountain men!

When the star of freedom vanished
And our flag went down,
And the nation´s hope was banished,
From each vale and town,
Borne intact through blood and fire
Ireland´s banner waved again,
Held aloft by Michael Dwyer
And his mountain men.

Still the nation´s hopes are burning
As they burned of yore,
And the young and strong are yearning
For the battle´s roar,
But that blessed star of liberty
Shall never blaze again,
Till we strike like Michael Dwyer
And his mountain men!