[Verse]
While we honour in song and in story,
Oh, the names of Pearse and MacBride,
Whose names are illumined in glory,
With the martyrs who long have since died.

Forget not the boys of Kilmichael,
Those gallant lands, stalwart and true,
Who fought neath the green flag of Erin,
And they conquered the red, white and blue.

[Chorus]
Then here's to the boys of Kilmichael,
Who feared not the might of the foe,
The day that they marched into battle,
And they laid all the Black and Tans low.

[Verse]
On the twenty-eighth day of November,
When the Tans left the town of the Macroom,
They were armed in two Crossley Tenders,
Which led them right into their doom.

They were out on the road to Kilmichael,
And they never expecting to stall,
They met the boys from the column,
Who made a clear sweep of them all.

[Chorus]
Then here's to the boys of Kilmichael,
Who feared not the might of the foe,
The day that they marched into battle,
And they laid all the Black and Tans low.

[Chorus]
Then here's to the boys of Kilmichael,
Who feared not the might of the foe,
The day that they marched into battle,
And they laid all the Black and Tans low.

[Verse]
The sun, in the west it was sinking,
Twas the eve of a cold winters day,
Tthe Tans we were wearly waiting,
Sailed into the spot where we lay.

And over the hills went the echo,
The sound of the rifle and gun,
And the flames from their lorries brought tidings,
That the boys of the column had won.

[Chorus]
Then here's to the boys of Kilmichael,
Who feared not the might of the foe,
The day that they marched into battle,
And they laid all the Black and Tans low.

[Verse]
Their lorries were ours before twilight,
And high over Dunmanway Town,
Our banners in triumph were waving,
Just to show that the Tans were gunned down.

We gathered our rifles and bayonets,
And soon left the glen so obscure,
And we never drew rain till we halted,
At the far away camp of Glenure.

[Chorus]
Then here's to the boys of Kilmichael,
Who feared not the might of the foe,
The day that they marched into battle,
And they laid all the Black and Tans low.

[Chorus]
Then here's to the boys of Kilmichael,
Who feared not the might of the foe,
The day that they marched into battle,
And they laid all the Black and Tans low.