"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,
Oh, farewell to Tipperary," said the Galtee mountain boy.

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

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

"But, I bid farewell to old Clonmel, that I never more shall see,
And to the Galtee Mountains that oft-times sheltered me,
To the men who fought for our liberty, and they died without a sigh,
May their cause be not forgotten" said the Galtee mountain boy.