Through woodlands green, 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, the deed was over,
Informer's work soon stained the ground.

​People bow 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 mountain,
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 son of Erin,
Rest your memory, with Pearse and Tone,
Here's to the men who never faltered,
Here's to a nation once again.

So here's to you, brave son 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.