| I joined the flying column in 1916
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| In Cork with Sean Moylan
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| Tipperary with Dan Breen
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| Arrested by freestaters and sentanced for to die
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| Farewell to Tipperary said the Galtee
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| Mountain Boy
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| We went across the vallys and ore the hill tops green
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| Where we met with Dinny Lacey, Sean Hogan and Dan Breen
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| Sean Moylan and his gallant men they kept
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| the flag flying high
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| Farewell to Tipperary said the GAltee mountain boy
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| We tracked the Dublin mountains we were
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| Rebels on the run
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| Though hunted night and morning we were
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| outlaws but free men
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| We tracked the Wicklow mountains as the
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| sun was shining high
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| Farewell to Tipperary said the Galtee mountain boy
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| I bid farewell to old Clonmel that I never more will see
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| and to the Galtee mountain that oft times
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| sheltered me
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| The men who fought for their liberty and
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| who died without a sigh
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| May their cause be ne’re forgotten said the
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| Galtee mountain boy |