By [C] yonder green hill flies the [F] flag na mFi[C]anna,
In [C] silence the [Am] scouts seem to [D7] go to and [G7] fro,
[C] Night shades are [C7] creeping, soon [F] they’ll all be [C] sleeping,
In the tents near[C]by where the [G7] camp fires a[C]glow.
Royal Meath is awaking from yon silent slumber,
The youth of today will inspire the siege,
Hark to their trouble ,,,, – oh what a triumph,
As they march o’er the mountains in columns of green.
Scouts of na mFianna advance o’er the nation,
May every home greet you with joy and delight,
May god give you strength for to love him and Ireland,
And when the day comes give you courage to fight
