[Verse]
Speak with pride the names of Martin and Hogan,
Volunteers that were valiant and true,
And they grudged not their young lives for Ireland,
It was proudly we bade them adieu.

In their youth, how they longed for our freedom,
Spurred on by the taunts of the foe,
And they vowed that they would not bow down before them,
In the footsteps of Hughes they would go.

[Chorus]
Weep not for our passing, gallant comrades,
But fight on for this land where we died,
That the green flag that we so dearly cherished,
Might wave high o'er the hills round Dunloy.

[Verse]
It was on a mild February evening,
Henry Hogan, in full battle dress,
Set out with the gallant Declan Martin,
To engage with the foul SAS.

And England's pride on that evening was humbled,
Man to man, they laid two of them low,
It was then that a hidden assassin,
Opened fire as they turned to go.

[Chorus]
Weep not for our passing, gallant comrades,
But fight on for this land where we died,
That the green flag that we so dearly cherished,
Might wave high o'er the hills round Dunloy.

[Verse]
As they lie on the ground, their blood flowing,
Without mercy, they're shot in the chest,
So farewell to our gallant sons of Ireland,
Mother Éireann, they sleep at your breast.

[Chorus]
Weep not for our passing, gallant comrades,
But fight on for this land where we died,
That the green flag that we so dearly cherished,
Might wave high o'er the hills round Dunloy,
Might wave high o'er the hills round Dunloy.