[Verse]
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling, (Michael! Michael! Michael, Michael, Michael!)
"Michael, they have taken you away,
For you stole Trevelyan's corn,
So the young might see the morn,
No you won't be marching down Garvaghy Road."

[Chorus]
Low lie the fields of Aughnacloy,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly, (Hey baby, let the free birds fly!)
If your going to Drumcree, (Drumcree!)
Pitch your tent beneath the tree,
No you won't be marching down Garvaghy Road.

[Verse]
By a lonely Drumcree hill, ten thousand Orangemen waiting still,
For they want to march the streets of Portadown,
With there sashes and their flutes,
Bowler hats and suits,
No you won't be marching down Garvaghy Road.

[Chorus]
Low lie the fields of Aughnacloy,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly, (Hey baby, let the free birds fly!)
If your going to Drumcree, (Drumcree!)
Oh, pitch your tent beneath the tree,
No you won't be marching down Garvaghy Road.

[Verse]
By a lonely harbour wall, she watched the last star falling,
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky,
For she waits and hope and prays,
For her love for the IRA,
No you won't be marching down Garvaghy Road.

[Chorus]
Low lie the fields of Aughnacloy,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly, (Hey baby, let the free birds fly!)
Our love was on the wing, (Sinn Féin!)
We had dreams and songs to sing, (IRA!)
No you won't be marching down Garvaghy Road.

[Chorus]
Low lie the fields of Aughnacloy,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly, (Hey baby, let the free birds fly!)
If your going to Drumcree, (Drumcree!)
Pitch your tent beneath the tree,
No you won't be marching down Garvaghy Road.

[Chorus]
Low lie the fields of Aughnacloy,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly, (Hey baby, let the free birds fly!)
If your going to Drumcree, (Drumcree!)
Pitch your tent beneath the tree,
No you won't be marching down Garvaghy Road.

[Chorus]
Low lie the fields of Aughnacloy,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly, (Hey baby, let the free birds fly!)
If your going to Drumcree, (Drumcree!)
Pitch your tent beneath the tree,
No you won't be marching down Garvaghy Road.

[Chorus]
Low lie the fields of Aughnacloy,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly, (Hey baby, let the free birds fly!)
If your going to Drumcree, (Drumcree!)
Pitch your tent beneath the tree,
No you won't be marching down Garvaghy Road.

[Chorus]
Low lie the fields of Aughnacloy,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly, (Hey baby, let the free birds fly!)
If your going to Drumcree, (Fuck the Queen!)
Pitch your tent beneath the tree,
No you won't be marching down Garvaghy Road.