[Chorus]
On the green hills of Ulster, the White Cross waves high,
And the beacon of war throws its flames to the sky,
Now the taunt and the threat let the cowards endure,
Our hope is in God and in Rory O'Moore.

Do you ask why the beacon and banner of war,
n the mountains of Ulster is seen from afar?
'Tis the signal, our rights to regain and secure,
Through God and our country and Rory O'Moore.

[Chorus]
The green hills of Ulster, the White Cross waves high,
And the beacon of war throws its flames to the sky,
Now the taunt and the threat let the cowards endure,
Our hope is in God and in Rory O'Moore.
In his country, his kindred, his faith would abjure,
We'll strike for old Ireland and Rory O'Moore.

[Verse]
For the merciless Scots with their greed and their swords,
With war in their bosoms and peace in their words,
Have sworn the bright light, our faith to obscure,
But our hope is in God and in Rory O'Moore.

Oh, lives there the traitor who'd shrink from the strife,
Who would add to the length of his forfeited life,
In his country, his kindred, his faith would abjure,
No, we'll strike for old Ireland and Rory O'Moore.

[Chorus]
The green hills of Ulster, the White Cross waves high,
And the beacon of war throws its flames to the sky,
Now the taunt and the threat let the cowards endure,
Our hope is in God and in Rory O'Moore,
In his country, his kindred, his faith would abjure,
Oh, we'll strike for old Ireland and Rory O'Moore.