See who comes over the red blossomed heather,
Their green banners kissing the pure mountain air,
Heads erect, eyes afront, stepping proudly together,
Freedom sits throned on each proud spirit there.

While down the hill twining, their blessed steel shining,
Like rivers of beauty they flow from each glen,
From mountain and valley tis liberty's rally,
Out and make way for the bold Fenian men!

Our prayers and our tears have been scoffed and derided,
They've shut out God's sunlight from spirit and mind,
Our foes were united and we were divided,
We met and they scattered us all to the wind.

But once more returning, within our veins burning,
The fire that illumined dark Aherlow's Glen,
We'll raise the old cry anew, slogan of Con and Hugh,
Out and make way for the Fenian men!

We've men from the Nore, from the Suir and Shannon,
Let tyrants come forth, we'll bring force against force,
Our pen is the sword and our voice is the cannon,
Rifle for rifle and horse against horse.

We've made the false Saxon yield many a red battlefield,
God on our side, we will triumph again,
Oh, pay them back woe for woe, give them back blow for blow,
Out and make way for the bold Fenian men!

Oh, pay them back woe for woe, give them back blow for blow,
Out and make way for the bold Fenian men!.