Have you been in Limerick green,
And through those woods and valleys,
Where often Seán did gaze upon,
The beauty of his country?

And did you share his dream so fair,
Of each plain and wood and valley,
And think like Seán how very long,
This land is bond in slavery?

Did you find the poet's mind,
Alive and in those valleys,
Singing wild in boyish pride,
A hymn to vanquish tyranny?

Did you see him murdered be,
Far from those woods and valleys,
Because he heard, because he dared,
To heed the call to rally?

Will you go to fight the foe,
Through shell shock wood and valley,
Or is young Seán in vain now gone,
And dead to his dream of liberty?

Is it in vain his life blood drains
Far from those woods and valleys?
"Oh no!" we cry, "He did not die,
But lives for all eternity.".