Children of Danaan

See who comes over the red blossomed heather 
Their green banners kissing the pure mountain air 
Heads up high, eyes to front, standing proudly together 
Freedom stays thorned on their proud spirits there 

Down the hill twining, their blessed armour shining 
Like the rivers of beauty yhat flows from each glenn 
From the mountains and valleys, to this liberty ralley 
out and make way for brave feinean men 

"Macha armagh!"