[G]In the Galtee Mor Mountains not[C] far far away
I'll[G] tell you a story that happened one[D] day
To a[G] young
Irish Colleen whose age was sixteen
And she[C] hoisted her[D] banner, white,[G] orange and green.
A young British Soldier was passing that way
He spied the young maid with their colours so gay
He cursed and he
swore, he jumped off his machine
Determined to capture the flag of Sinn Fein
You shan't have these colours the young maiden cried
Or your blood or mine down this valley will ride
For I have
a rifle and that's nothing mean
And I'll lay down my life for the flag of Sinn Fein
The young British soldier turned white as the snow
Jumped on his machine and away he did go
For there's no use
in fighting a maid of sixteen
Who would lay down her life for her flag of Sinn Fein
Early next morning near Tipperary town
I saw the young maid from the Galtees come down
Her heart it was torn, 'twas
plain to be seen
For that morning Tom Ashe gave his life for Sinn Fein
