The second day of April and well I mind the date,
On the morning of that fateful day in 1898,
When the great Earl of Leitrim, the tyrant, I should say,
He left his home in Manorvaughn, on the banks of Mulroy Bay.

The landlord gave strict orders on leaving home that day,
Evictions they should then take place without undue delay,
His bailiffs, they should get to work, as you may understand,
And banish us poor peasants from out our native land.

The morning it was gentle and the birds did sweetly sing
And neath the woods of Creeslough, they made the valley ring,
Whеn Leitrim and his party, they were driving at full trot,
And еntering into Creeslough wood, they got a fearful shock.

Ah, the coachman named Buchanan, a lad from Milford Town,
He was blow from his station and left sprawling on the ground,
May the Lord have mercy on his soul, poor boy, he suffered sore,
Till death did end his misery, on the banks of Mulroy shore.

Aye, The Great Exterminator, the Lord of this estate,
For him there was an inch of lead, too hard to masticate,
"His body it lay lifeless on the road," I heard them say,
"To feed the dogs and hungry crows on the banks of Mulroy Bay."

Here's to the men who did the deed, may they remain unknown,
But to that band of brothers who claim them as their own,
In Donegal and Leitrim, let Irish men proclaim,
And will you raise your glasses to those that ended Leitrim's reign.