There is sorrow in me heart, oh, me old Howth gun,
Since we lately we had to part, oh, me old Howth gun,
In Ireland's day of need, ah, you proved a friend indeed,
When you made the bullet speed, oh, me old Howth gun.

I was glad when you were near, oh, me old Howth gun,
For the foeman did I fear, oh, me old Howth gun,
When your bark and bitter bite put the Saxon course to flight,
And they didn't stop to fight, oh, me old Howth gun.

Oh, how glorious was your feel, oh, me old Howth gun,
When you made the Saxon reel, oh, me old Howth gun,
When the Lancers trimming neat came charging down O'Connell Street,
And they beat a grim retreat, oh, me old Howth gun.

Oh, the parting it was sore, oh, me old Howth gun,
Shall I ne'er see you no more, oh, me old Howth gun?
There's glorious hopes that we, could have set old Ireland free,
Now you're parted far from me, oh, me old Howth gun.

Oh, the day will surely come, oh, me old Howth gun,
When I'll join the fighting men, oh, me old Howth gun,
In some brave determined band, I will surely take my stand,
For the freedom of our land, oh, me old Howth gun.