[Verse]
While we honour in song and in story,
The memory of Pearse and MacBride,
Whose names are illumined in glory,
By martyrs who long have since died.

Forget not the boys of Kilmichael,
Who feared not the might of the foe,
The day that they marched into battle,
They laid all the Black and Tans low.

[Chorus]
So here's to the boys of Kilmichael,
Those brave lads so gallant and true,
They fought neath the green flag of Ireland,
And conquered the red, white and blue.

[Verse]
On the twenty-eighth day of November,
The Tans left the town of the Macroom,
They were seated in two Crossley Tenders,
That was bringing them straight into their doom.

They were all on the road to Kilmichael,
And never expecting to stop,
They there met the boys from the column,
Who made a clean sweep of the lot.

[Chorus]
So here's to the boys of Kilmichael,
Those brave lads so gallant and true,
They fought neath the green flag of Ireland,
And conquered the red, white and blue.

[Verse]
The sun, in the west it was sinking,
Twas the eve of a cold winters day,
When the Tans we were eagerly waiting,
Sailed into the spot where we lay.

And over the hill went the echo,
The peal of the rifle and gun,
And the flames from the lorries brought tidings,
That the boys of Kilmichael had won.

[Chorus]
So here's to the boys of Kilmichael,
Those brave lads so gallant and true,
They fought neath the green flag of Ireland,
And conquered the red, white and blue.

[Verse]
The lorries were ours before twilight,
And high over Dunmanway Town,
Our banners in triumph are waving,
To show that the Tans had gone down.

So we gathered our rifles and bayonets,
And soon left the glen so secure,
And we never drew rain till we halted,
At the far away camp in Glenure.

[Chorus]
So here's to the boys of Kilmichael,
Those brave lads so gallant and true,
They fought neath the green flag of Ireland,
And conquered the red, white and blue.