The druids worshipped golden Fionn five thousand years ago;
They marked his birthday every year in monuments of stone;
And when mid-winter morning sun peeped o’er the rim of gold
It lit the shrine of Newgrange stone right to the very…
Farewell to the days of our youth, now long gone bye,
The red sap that pulsed through young limbs now sere and dry;
The hot pulse that throbbed in wild heart and fiery limbs,
Now chilled and faded in time as memory dims.
In the county of Carlow two rebels were slaughtered
Two brave Irish heroes who loved Erin dear
With the guns of the British that they lent Dick Mulcahy
They were both assassinated at Carthy’s of Shean.