Come all you gallant Irishmen come listen for a while,
I’ll sing to you the praises of the boys of Erin’s Isle.
‘Tis an awful, awful ambush I’ll have you to beware,
That happened in Rineen Hill, a spot in County Clare.

Our boys they waited patiently with an eye both sharp and keen,
They waited for these lorries to return to Rineen.
Their scouts at once they sighted them without the least delay,
And signaled to their comrades to get ready and prepare.

Their comrade they got ready without the least delay,
And signaled to the scouts again to let them come their way.
The Black and Tan they came along in lorries, as you know,
And met our boys upon the road which gave them every blow.

They fought upon the highway, man-to-man you know,
With shotguns and revolvers against armored cars, and so.
The Black and Tans put up their hands and the Peelers too likewise,
When they saw the determined faces upon our Irish boys.

And now to conclude and finish as I think ‘tis nearly time,
And all the gallant Irishmen together should unite.
Together should assemble and gather all you can,
And have another ambush soon to fight the Black and Tan.