O'Donnell's march

Oh! have you heard the tidings?

Limerick's aflame,

Kerry and the Ridings

Out in Red Hugh's name:

Till chiefs so lately mocking

Around the flag are flocking

And Dublin's towers are rocking

At O'Donnell's fame.

The rain it ran in fountains

Then there fell such frost,

That Slieve Phelim's mountains

Swift as fire he crossed.

Past every Saxon Warder

He's broke the Southern Border,

And struck in battle order

Mountjoy's startled host.

Then hail to Hugh O'Donnell!

Hail, Clan Donnell, hail!

Out of far Tyrconnell

Hosting to Kinsale!

Oh, heroes of Blackwater,

Stay not your swords of slaughter,

Until your foes ye scatter

Headlong through the Pale.