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

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

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

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