The midnight hags are shrieking, round the castle of Drumboe,
While patriot blood is flowing red, in the sodden soil below,
Their crime that they had left their home, for to fight a foreign foe,
And by Irish hands they were murdered, in the caste of Drumboe.

From Cork and Kerry homes they came, from Munster green and fair,
To fight the bloodstained Black and Tans, and to dare what men may dare,
Black treachery betrayed them, then informers rot their woe,
Ireland, you have murdered them, in the castle of Drumboe

You have sold the past for England's gold, sold many the pass and gorge,
You have cringed to Orange Carson, and you've knelt to English George,
Even borrowed English armoury, your country to overthrow,
And you murdered Ireland's fighting men, in the castle of Drumboe.