In Proud and loving memory of Tyrone’s Republican Dead
The glamour of the battle calls to boyhood
the martial music trills the youthful heart
and lads go out and give their all for freedom
content to know that they have done their part
but when the first proud wave of glory passes
and nought is left but duty stark and clear | when no pipes skirl and drums have ceased their deating and the way to freedom stretches dark and drear
tis then we know the patriot from the soldier
the patriot keeps marching marching on.
Suaimhneas dá n-anamacha ar dheis laimh dé ins na flaithis. Gó ndéana muire. danrion na nGael, idirghui ar a son.