By Memory inspired and love of country fired,
Are the deeds of men I love to dwell upon,
Oh, and the patriotic glow of my spirits must bestow,
As a tribute to the heroes that are gone, boys—gone,
Here's a health of John Mitchell that is gone!

In October '97, may his soul find rest in Heaven,
William Orr to execution was led on;
For the jury, drunk, agreed that Irish was his creed,
For perjury and threats drove them on, boys—on,
Here's a health to the heroes that are gone!

In '98, the month July, the informer's pay was high,
When Reynolds gave the gallows brave McCann,
But McCann was Reynolds' first, one could not allay his thirst;
So he brought up Bond and Byrne, that are gone, boys—gone,
Here's a health of the friends that are gone!

We saw a nation's tears, shed for John and Henry Shears,
Betrayed by Judas Captain Armstrong,
We may forgive, but yet, we never can forget,
The fate of Tone and Devins that are gone, boys—gone,
Of all the fearless leaders who are gone!

How did Lord Edward die? Like a man, without a sigh,
But he left his handiwork on Major Swan,
But Sirr, with steel-clad breast and coward heart at best,
Left us cause to mourn Lord Edward that is gone, boys—gone,
Here's a memory to the friends that are gone!

September, 1803, closed this cruel history,
When Emmet's blood the scaffold flowed upon,
Oh, had their men been wise, they might have realised,
But we drink to John Mitchell that is gone, boys—gone,
Here's a memory of the friends that are gone!

By Memory inspired and love of country fired,
Are the deeds of men I love to dwell upon,
Oh, and the patriotic glow of my spirits must bestow,
As a tribute to the heroes that are gone, boys—gone,
Here's a health of John Mitchell that is gone.