On the gay Galtee Mountains one morning in May,
I'll tell you a story that happened one day,
It's about a fair maiden her age was sixteen,
And she sported the colours white, orange and green.

A young British soldier was passing that day,
And he spied a fair maiden with colours so gay,
He rode alongside her and jumped from his machine,
And he tried for to capture the flag of Sinn Féin.

"You'll not get these colours," the fair maiden said,
"You'll not get these colours until I am dead,
I'll fight by the glenside, it remains to be seen,
And I'll die for my colours white, orange and green."

Twas early next morning in Tipperary Town,
From the gay Galtee Mountains this young maid came down,
She was sick in her heart it was plain to be seen,
For they murdered Tom Ashe for the flag of Sinn Féin.