[Verse]
To hell or Connaught was Cromwell's war cry,
And the West says the poet in slumber does lie,
From Mayo, God help us, they cried long ago for you,
For you suffered in silence, the hate of the foe.

You were born in that county of green and red,
Where millions of people from famine they fled,
You felt the pains of a people so proud,
And you seen the neglect of the traitor and the coward.

[Chorus]
A sagart, a grá tá an aerfort go deo agus,
Anim á labhairt in ngach áit i Maigheo.

[Verse]
For just like the priest at the Mass rock of old,
Who braved redcoats, hunger and famine and cold,
Your cause although different, objective the same,
You remembered your country and true to your name.

And the very same people were there at your side,
Who stood on the hill or some bleak mountain side,
Who guarded the vestments of faith long ago,
Will stand now on guard above and below.

[Chorus]
A sagart, a grá tá an aerfort go deo agus,
Anim á labhairt in ngach áit i Maigheo.

[Verse]
In the County of Mayo, there's a beautiful shrine,
And it's called Cnoc Muire with power divine,
It's the seat of a queen who reigns from above,
And who is looked on in Ireland with affection and love.

For the village of Knock with its beauty serene,
Set in a county of emerald green,
Monsignor Horan can hold your head high for,
You put down the concrete that brought planes from the sky.

[Chorus]
A sagart, a grá tá an aerfort go deo agus,
Anim á labhairt in ngach áit i Maigheo.

[Verse]
The Lady of Knock is the light of the West,
Appeared on the spot which St. Patrick he blessed,
Bring people from lands that are far, far away,
To come to your altar to kneel and to pray.

For Knock, it was chosen by a power supreme,
And God he has placed you in some divine scheme,
Monsignor Horan can hold your head high for,
You put down the concrete that brought planes from the sky.

[Chorus]
A sagart, a grá tá an aerfort go deo agus,
Anim á labhairt in ngach áit i Maigheo.