Do you remember long ago
Kathleen?
When your lover whispered low,
“Shall I stay or shall I go,
Kathleen?”
And you proudly answered “GO!”
And join King James and strike a blow
For the Green.”

Mavrone, your hair is white as snow,
Kathleen;
Your heart is sad and full of woe,
Do you repent you made him go,
Kathleen?
And quick you answer proudly, “No!
Far better die with Sarsfield so,
Than live a slave without a blow
For the Green.”