Tekst:
On the twentyeighth day of November
the day that the tans left Macroom
they were loaded in two Crossley tenders
not knowing that they'd meet their doom
But when they came to Kilmichael
they suddenly came to a stop
for they met with the boys of the column
who made a clean sweep of the lot
Then over the hills went the echo
the peal of the rifle and gun
the flames from the lorries gave tidings
that the boys from Kilmichael had won
So here's to the boys of Kilmichael
those brave lads so gallant and true
who fought 'neath the green flag of Erin
and conquered the red, white and blue
the day that the tans left Macroom
they were loaded in two Crossley tenders
not knowing that they'd meet their doom
But when they came to Kilmichael
they suddenly came to a stop
for they met with the boys of the column
who made a clean sweep of the lot
Then over the hills went the echo
the peal of the rifle and gun
the flames from the lorries gave tidings
that the boys from Kilmichael had won
So here's to the boys of Kilmichael
those brave lads so gallant and true
who fought 'neath the green flag of Erin
and conquered the red, white and blue
