O Donnel Aboo - The Clancy Brothers, Tommy Makem

Proudly the note of the trumpet is sounding

Loudly the war cries arise on the gale

Fleetly the steed by Lough Swilly is bounding

To join the thick squadrons on Saimer’s green vale

On, every mountaineer, strangers to flight of fear

Rush to the standard of dauntless Red Hugh

Bonnaught and Gallowglass, throng from each mountain pass

Onward for Erin, O’Donnell Abú!

Princely O’Neill to our aid is advancing

With many a chieftain and warrior clan

A thousand proud steeds in his vanguard are prancing

'Neath the borders brave from the banks of the Bann

Many a heart shall quail under its coat of mail

Deeply the merciless foeman shall rue

When on his ear shall ring, borne on the breeze’s wing

Tyrconnell’s dread war-cry: «O'Donnell Abú!»

Wily old Desmond the war wolf is howling

Fearless the eagle sweeps over the plain

The fox in the streets of the city is prowling

And all who would scare them are banished or slain

On with O’Donnell then, fight the old fight again

Sons of Tyrconnell, are valiant and true

Make the proud Saxon feel Erin’s avenging steel

Strike for your country, O’Donnell Abú!