Fenians of Cahirciveen


I am a bold Fenian from Cahirciveen
That late took my gun for to fight for the green
O’er mountains and woodlands, I wandered along
Now I’ll leave it alone and commence up my song
We marched to Kells station that lies near the strand
Where the sea rushes in with wild waves to the land
And then you may say we had courage golore
When Kells station was taken by the boys of Filemore

We were proud of our country and our heroes so brave
And we spurned the false counsel that’s given by the slave
Who would sell his own country for comfort and gold
Who would spy on his brothers, the Fenians so bold
But the warm hand of friendship forever is seen
In the soldiers of Ireland who fight for the green
Who scorn for the tyrant, their heads to bend low
Who strike dumb with terror, the false Saxon foe

We spurned all their jails and their turnkeys as well
As to turncoat informers, we’d sure give them hell
For we feared neither jail, nor the scaffold on high
And we’d sworn for ould Ireland, to conquer or die
As to buckshot and powder, we’d plenty in store
And in deep, secret places, munitions golore
There were no men more feared by the troops of the Queen
Than the bould hearted Fenians of Cahirciveen

We were loved by young women, both buxom and strong
In their red-flannel petticoats singing a song
In their shawls and their bodices neatly arrayed
With their beautiful forms so correctly displayed
Who would stir any man to great exploits of fame
To win for ould Ireland, a true honoured name
To fight for their honour before any Queen
Like the true-hearted Fenians of Cahirciveen

We marched all along and our guns we did load
We then met a policeman, on horse-back he rode
We asked him to surrender but the answer was “No”
And a ball from young Conway soon levelled him low
Away we marched on and our guns did reload
We met Father Meegan and for him low we bowed
He gave us his blessing saying “God be your friend
In the battle of Freedom on which you are bent”

Come shoulder your arms, come march and obey
But alas, we were beaten all on the next day
Our plans were found out by some dirty old spy
And on Captain Moriarty, they did cast an eye
Moriarty came in on the mail car next day
To lead all our brave boys to join in the fray
To our greatest surprise, he was marched into jail
Which left us in sorrow our loss to bewail

’Gainst their grape shot and cannon we fought to the last
’Spite their bayonets and red coats we stuck to our mast
Tho’ the peelers may march with their battering ram
For their batons and law, sure we don’t give a damn
And their bailiffs may come, hedged around by cold steel
But one charge from our boys would make traitor heads reel
For the cleanest of fighters that ever were seen
Were the true-hearted Fenians of Cahirciveen

Then it’s off thro’ the mountains we all took our course
Our stomachs being slack and we had but bad clothes
We were in a number about sixty strong
Surrounded by red coats for something went wrong
Then hurrah for the Fenians of Cahirciveen
No bolder nor braver in Erin was seen
No soldiers more true to the banner of green
Than the true-hearted Fenians of Cahirciveen


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Song Themes

Fenian Rising