Give me a Parabellum and a couple a hundred shells,
Lead me to the murder gang, we'll blow them all to hell,
For just today, I heard them say how Treacy met defeat,
Our lovely Seán is dead and gone, shot down in Talbot Street.

They took the front and they took the back, they were all around the place,
Waiting for the word "Attack", to set the house ablaze,
But how those English soldiers paled when out into the night,
Seán sent a deadly stream of lead, challenging them to fight.

"Come on!" he cried, 'Come show your hand, you've boasted for so long,
How you could crush my lovely land with your army great and strong,
Come, show this mettle which ye say and make the whole world reel,
And ere there dawns another day, I'll show Tipperary steel."

He fought them off as best he could, outnumbered ten to one,
He spilt a bath of English blood before his race was run,
'No Surrender!' was his cry, and ever "No Retreat!"
Said Treacy brave, before he died, shot down in Talbot Street.