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After Aughrim's great disaster,
When our foe in sooth was master,
Twas you who first rushed in and swam the Shannon's fearful flood,
And through Slieveloom's dark passes,
You led our gallowglasses,
Although the hungry Saxon wolves were howling for your blood.
And as you crossed Tip'rary,
We rised the Clan O'Leary,
And drove a creach before us as our horsemen onwards came,
With our swords and spears we gored them,
As through flood and light we bored them,
Ah, but Sean o Duibhir an Ghleanna, we were worsted in the game.

Long, long we kept the hillside,
Our couch hard by the rill-side,
The sturdy knotted oaken bough our curtain overhead,
The summer's blaze we laughed at,
The winter snows we scoffed at,
And trusted in our sharpen'd swords to win us daily bread.
But the Dutchman's troops came round us,
Through fire and ball they bound us,
And blazed the woods and valleys 'til the very clouds were flame,
Still our sharped swords cut through them
In their very hearts we them hewed them,
Ah, but Sean O Duibhir an Ghleanna, we were worsted in the game.

Here's a health to your's and my king,
The sovereign to our liking,
And to Sarsfield underneath whose flag, once more we'll play a chance,
That the morning star may find us
Across the seas and win us,
A place to stand and wield a brand among the sons of France,
And as we part in sorrow,
Ahh Sean O Duibhir an Ghleanna,
Our hope is God save Ireland and pour blessings on her name,
May her sons be true when needed,
May they never fail as we did,
Ah, Sean o Duibhir an Ghleanna, we were worsted in the game. 

Listener comments about After Aughrim (69623)

Also known as John O'Dwyer of the Glen (Seán Ó Duibhir a[n] Ghleanna), I think. --Toad (talk/contribs) 10:03, September 2, 2008 (AKDT)

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