Ye broken-hearted heroes that love your liberty
I hope you'll pay attention and listen unto me.
It being of a bold militia man who has lately volunteered
He has left his lovely Sally, the girl that he loved dear.

Lovely Sally she conveyed him as far as Belfast.
They could go no further, they had to part at last.
With a loud lamentation, she cried out on the shore
Saying, “Jamie, lovely Jamie, will I ever see you more?”

As they were discoursing he heard a bugle sound
They kissed, shook hands, and parted. He says, “I must be gone.”
With his pocket handkerchief the tears he did wipe awa'
Saying, “Go home, lovely Sally, to the County of Armagh.”

'Twas all that long night over she thought her love to see no more
That he was claimed a victim all on the Spanish shore.
“How can I be contented and he so far awa'?”
With him I thought I would live and die in the County of Armagh.

Now to conclude and to finish, we'll sing and drink again
To the volunteers of Ireland, who've lately gone to Spain
For they're the boys that fear no noise, where the thundering cannons roar
With hearts of steel they'll stand the field all on the Spanish shore.

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