On the green hills of Ulster
The White Cross waves high
And the beacon of war throws
It's flames to the sky
Now the taunt and the threat
Let the cowards endure
Our hope is in God and in Rory O'Moore
Do you ask why the beacon and banner of war
On the mountains of Ulster is seen from afar?
'Tis the signal
Our rights to regain and secure
Through God and our country and Rory O'Moore
The green hills of Ulster the
White Cross waves high
And the beacon of war throws
It's flames to the sky
Now the taunt and the threat
Let the cowards endure
Our hope is in God and in Rory O'Moore
In his country, his kindred
His faith would abjure
We'll strike for old Ireland
And Rory O'Moore
For the merciless Scots with their
Greed and their swords
With war in their bosoms and
Peace in their words
Have sworn the bright light
Our faith to obscure
But our hope is in God and in Rory O'Moore
Oh lives there the traitor who'd
Shrink from the strife
Who would add to the length
Of his forfeited life
In his country, his kindred
His faith would abjure
No, we'll strike for old
Ireland and Rory O'Moore
The green hills of Ulster the
White Cross waves high
And the beacon of war throws
It's flames to the sky
Now the taunt and the threat
Let the cowards endure
Our hope is in God and in Rory O'Moore
In his country, his kindred
His faith would abjure
We'll strike for old Ireland
And Rory O'Moore
Wolfe Tones - Rory O'Moore Lyrics
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On the green hills of Ulster
The White Cross waves high
And the beacon of war throws
It's flames to the sky
Now the taunt and the threat
Let the cowards endure
Our hope is in God and in Rory O'Moore
Do you ask why the beacon and banner of war
On the mountains of Ulster is seen from afar?
'Tis the signal
Our rights to regain and secure
Through God and our country and Rory O'Moore
The green hills of Ulster the
White Cross waves high
And the beacon of war throws
It's flames to the sky
Now the taunt and the threat
Let the cowards endure
Our hope is in God and in Rory O'Moore
In his country, his kindred
His faith would abjure
We'll strike for old Ireland
And Rory O'Moore
For the merciless Scots with their
Greed and their swords
With war in their bosoms and
Peace in their words
Have sworn the bright light
Our faith to obscure
But our hope is in God and in Rory O'Moore
Oh lives there the traitor who'd
Shrink from the strife
Who would add to the length
Of his forfeited life
In his country, his kindred
His faith would abjure
No, we'll strike for old
Ireland and Rory O'Moore
The green hills of Ulster the
White Cross waves high
And the beacon of war throws
It's flames to the sky
Now the taunt and the threat
Let the cowards endure
Our hope is in God and in Rory O'Moore
In his country, his kindred
His faith would abjure
We'll strike for old Ireland
And Rory O'Moore
The White Cross waves high
And the beacon of war throws
It's flames to the sky
Now the taunt and the threat
Let the cowards endure
Our hope is in God and in Rory O'Moore
Do you ask why the beacon and banner of war
On the mountains of Ulster is seen from afar?
'Tis the signal
Our rights to regain and secure
Through God and our country and Rory O'Moore
The green hills of Ulster the
White Cross waves high
And the beacon of war throws
It's flames to the sky
Now the taunt and the threat
Let the cowards endure
Our hope is in God and in Rory O'Moore
In his country, his kindred
His faith would abjure
We'll strike for old Ireland
And Rory O'Moore
For the merciless Scots with their
Greed and their swords
With war in their bosoms and
Peace in their words
Have sworn the bright light
Our faith to obscure
But our hope is in God and in Rory O'Moore
Oh lives there the traitor who'd
Shrink from the strife
Who would add to the length
Of his forfeited life
In his country, his kindred
His faith would abjure
No, we'll strike for old
Ireland and Rory O'Moore
The green hills of Ulster the
White Cross waves high
And the beacon of war throws
It's flames to the sky
Now the taunt and the threat
Let the cowards endure
Our hope is in God and in Rory O'Moore
In his country, his kindred
His faith would abjure
We'll strike for old Ireland
And Rory O'Moore