O'donnell Aboo

Proudly the note of the trumpet is sounding

Loudly the war cries arise on the Gael

Fleetly the steed by Lough Swilly is bounding

To join the thick squadrons on Saimer's green vale

On every mountaineer, strangers to flight or fear

Rush to the standard of dauntless Red Hugh

Bonnaught and Gallowglass, throng from each mountain

Pass onward for Erin O'Donnell Aboo

Princely O'Neill to our aid is advancing

With many a chieftain and warrior clan

A thousand proud steeds in his vanguard are prancing

'Neath the borderers brave from the Banks of the Bann

Many a heart shall quail under its coat of mail

Deeply the merciless foeman shall rue

When on his ears shall ring bourn on the breeze's wing

Tir Connail's dread war cry, O'Donnell Aboo

Wildly o'er Desmond the war wolf is howling

Fearless the eagle sweeps over the plain

The fox in the streets of the city is prowling

And all who would scare them are banished or slain

On with O'Donnell then, fight the old fight again

Sons of Tir Connail are valiant and true

Make the proud saxon feel Erin's avenging steel

Strike for your country O'Donnell Aboo