"I joined The Flying Column in nineteen and sixteen,
In Cork with Seán Moylan, Tipperary with Dan Breen,
Arrested by Free Staters and sentenced for to die,
Farewell to Tipperary," said the Galtee mountain boy.

"We crossed the pleasant valleys and over hilltops green,
Where we met with Dinny Lacey, Seán Hogan and Dan Breen,
Seán Moylan and his gallant band, they kept the flag flying high,
Farewell to Tipperary," said the Galtee mountain boy.

"We crossed the Dublin Mountains, we were rebels on the run,
Though hunted night and morning, we were outlawed but free men,
We trekked the Wicklow Mountains, as the sun was shining high,
"Farewell to Tipperary," said the Galtee mountain boy.

"I'm bidding farewell to old Clonmel, that I never more will see,
And to the Galtee Mountains that oft-times sheltered me,
To the men who fought for liberty and died without a sigh,
May the cause be ne'er forgotten" said the Galtee mountain boy,
"May the cause be ne'er forgotten" said the Galtee mountain boy.