[Verse]
Have you ever walked the lonesome hills or heard a curlew's cry?
Or seen the raven black as night upon a windswept sky?
To walk the purple heather and hear the west winds cry,
To know that's where the rapparee must die,

[Chorus]
A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell, you who raped our Motherland,
I hope you're rotting down in hell for the horrors that you sent,
To our misfortunate forefathers whom you robbed of their birth right,
"To hell or Connaught!" may you burn in hell tonight.

[Verse]
Of one such man I'd like to speak by a rapparee by name and deed,
His family dispossessed and slaughtered, put a price upon his head,
His name is known in song and story and his deeds are legends still,
And murdered for blood money was young Ned of the hill.

You have robbed our homes and fortunes, even drove us from the land,
You tried to break our spirit but you'll never understand,
For the love of dear old Ireland will forge an iron will,
As long as there are gallant men like young Ned of the hill.

[Chorus]
A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell, you who raped our Motherland,
I hope you're rotting down in hell for the horrors that you sent,
To our misfortunate forefathers whom you robbed of their birth right,
"To hell or Connaught!" may you burn in hell tonight.

[Chorus]
A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell, you who raped our Motherland,
I hope you're rotting down in hell for the horrors that you sent,
To our misfortunate forefathers whom you robbed of their birth right,
"To hell or Connaught!" may you burn in hell tonight.