An I joined the Flying Column/ in 19and16/ In Cork with Sean Moylan / Tipperary with Dan Breen/ Arrested by Free Staters and sentenced- for to die/ Farewell to Tipperary / said the Galtee Mountain boy An We went -across the valleys/ and over hilltops green Where we met /with Dinny Lacey/Sean Hogan and Dan Breen Sean Moylan and/ his gallant men they kept /the flag flying high/ Farewell/ to Tipperary/ said the Galtee Mountain boy and We tracked/ the dublin Mountains we were rebels on the run/ Though hunted night- and morning/ we were outlaws but free men/ We tracked -the wicklow Mountains as the sun was shining high/ Farewell/ to Tipperary /said the Galtee Mountain boy an I’ll bid farewell to old Clonmel /that I ner more shall see And to those Galtee Mountains/ that oft times sheltered me To the men who fought/ for there liberty and who died without a sigh May their cause be ner, for-gotten/, said the Galtee Mountain boy.
love it
Brilliant his woman could sing any song I love to listen to her
A mighty version. Fair play to her. It is rare' to hear a woman singing a rebel song.
Lovely version Pauline
A great rendetion. Sadly everyone who sings it gets the date wrong. The Flying Column wasn't set up 'till 1919.
Some voice, sing for Ireland now girl
An I joined the Flying Column/ in 19and16/
In Cork with Sean Moylan / Tipperary with Dan Breen/
Arrested by Free Staters and sentenced- for to die/
Farewell to Tipperary / said the Galtee Mountain boy
An We went -across the valleys/ and over hilltops green
Where we met /with Dinny Lacey/Sean Hogan and Dan Breen
Sean Moylan and/ his gallant men they kept /the flag flying high/
Farewell/ to Tipperary/ said the Galtee Mountain boy
and We tracked/ the dublin Mountains we were rebels on the run/
Though hunted night- and morning/ we were outlaws but free men/
We tracked -the wicklow Mountains as the sun was shining high/
Farewell/ to Tipperary /said the Galtee Mountain boy
an I’ll bid farewell to old Clonmel /that I ner more shall see
And to those Galtee Mountains/ that oft times sheltered me
To the men who fought/ for there liberty and who died without a sigh
May their cause be ner, for-gotten/, said the Galtee Mountain boy.