There is sorrow in me heart, oh, me old Howth gun,
Since we lately we had to part, oh, me old Howth gun,
For in Ireland's day of need, well, 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,
And no foeman did I fear, oh, me old Howth gun,
For your bark and bitter bite put the Saxon course to flight,
And they wouldn't dare 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 charging down O'Connell Street,
And to 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 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.

But the day will come again, oh, me old Howth gun,
When I'll join the fighting men, oh, me old Howth gun,
With some brave determined band, proudly there I'll take my stand,
For the freedom of our land, oh, me old Howth gun.