Proudly the note of the trumpet is sounding,
Loudly the war cries arise on the gale,
Fleetly the steed by Lough Swilly is bounding,
To join the thick squadrons on Saimear's green vale!

On, every mountaineer, strangers to flight or fear,
Rush to the standard of dauntless Red Hugh,
Bonnaught and Gallowglass, throng from each mountain pass,
Onward for Erin, "O'Donnell Abú!"

Princely O'Neill, to our aid is advancing,
With manys a chieftain and warrior clan,
A thousand proud steeds in his vanguard are prancing,
Neath the borderers brave from the banks of the Bann!

Many the heart shall quail under its coat of mail,
Deeply the merciless foeman shall rue,
When on his ears shall ring, bornе on the breeze's wing,
Tyrconnell's drеad war-cry, "O'Donnell Abú!"

Wildly o'er Desmond the war-wolf is howling,
Fearless the eagle sweeps over the plain,
The fox in the streets of the city is prowling,
And all who would scare them are banished or slain!

On with O'Donnell then, fight the old fight again,
Sons of Tyrconnell are valiant and true,
Make the proud Saxon feel Erin's avenging steel,
Strike for your country, "O'Donnell Abú!"

On with O'Donnell then, fight the old fight again,
Sons of Tyrconnell are valiant and true,
Make the proud Saxon feel Erin's avenging steel,
Strike for your country, "O'Donnell Abú!".