Through the woodlands, o'er sleepy valleys,
Paul Magorrian played as a boy,
Hillsides echoed to his laughter,
Filled his mother's heart with joy.

But the years, as they rolled onwards,
Paul has found another love,
That freeman's call, that must be answered,
Ireland's freedom must be won.

By dark of night the soldiers waited,
Cowards told to shoot him down,
Shots rang out, and all was over,
Informer's work soon stained the ground.

​Proud people bowed their heads in sorrow,
The world now knows what England's done,
On that night in Castlewellan,
When they murdered a Fenian son.

Moonlight on the purple mountains,
Our teardrops fall like summer rain,
Paul Magorrian we will remember,
Proud we'll be to speak your name.

So here's to you, brave sons of Erin,
Rest your memory, with Pearse and Tone,
Here's to the men who never faltered,
Here's to a nation once again,
Here's to a nation once again.