You Irish men both one and all, where ever you may be,
Come raise your voice in sorrow, and mourn along with me,
The death of our five darling sons, fills us with sad dismay,
They died at Edentubber on a drear November day.

In '56 as Ulster's sons, waged war, on England's Queen,
The call rang forth this island through, to all who loved the green,
The brave and true then left their homes, and challenged England's might,
As they helped the heroes of the North, in that unequal fight.

From Wexford came George Keegan, with a heart as true as steel,
Along with brave young Parle, for to man the Bearna Baoil.
Young Craven came from Newry and Paul Smith from Armagh town,
For twelve long months they battled with the forces of the Crown.

And Michael Waiters of County Louth, at the age of fifty four,
Was still as true to Roisin Dubh as he was in days of yore.,
In his cottage by the Border, he gave a friendly hand,
To those freedom fighters on the run, with them he took his stand.

On the eleventh of November, I am sorry to relate,,
Mike Watters and those brave young men met with a cruel fate ,
On their way to hit the foreign foe, as they left the cottage door,
A landmine exploded, and they're gone for ever more.

In Newry there is sorrow, and in Armagh City grand,,
For two brave men who lost their lives, in the fight to free their land,
And Louth and Wexford mourn too, the death of their gallant sons,
Old Ireland's lost five noble men who feared no British guns.