When on Ramillies' bloody field
The baffled French were  forc'd to yield,
The victor Saxon backward reel'd 
Before the charge of Clare's men.
The flags we conquer'd in that fray
Look lone in Ypres choir they say:
We'll win them company today
Or bravely die, like Clare's men.
  Vive la! for Ireland's wrong,
  And vive la! for Ireland's right,
  Vive la! in battle throng
  For a Spanish steed and sabre.

Another Clare is here to lead,
The worthy son of such a breed,
The French expect some famous deed
When Clare leads on his warriors.
Our Colonel comes from Brian's race,
His wounds are in his breast and face,
The gap of danger's still his place,-
The foremost of his squadron.
  Vive la! for Ireland's…..

Oh, comrades think how Ireland pines
For exiled lords and rifled shrines, -
Her dearest hope the ordered lines
And bursting charge of Clare's men.
Then fling your green flag to the sky,
Be Limerick your battle cry,
And charge till blood floats fetlock high
Around the track of Clare's men.
  Vive la! for Ireland's…..