You may talk and write and boast about your Fenains and your clans,
And how the boys from County Cork beat up the Black And Tans.
And view a little codger who came out without a scar
His name was Paddy Mulligan, the Man from Mullingar.

The peelers chased him out of Connemarra
For beating up the valiant Scian O’Hara.
And when he came to Ballymote, he stole the parsons’ car,
And he gave it to the bishop in the town of Mullingar.

Oh, seven hundred peelers couldn’t catch him!
The king sent out an order for to lash him!
When Paddy came to Dublin town, he stole an armoured car
And he gave it to the IRA Brigade in Mullingar.

On Easter Monday morning when the boys declared a sound
Paddy raised the flag of war down in his native town.
First he went out to make his peace with dear old Father Maher
He went out a blew the barracks up and the man from Mullingar.

And when Ireland takes her place among the nations of the world,
flag of orange, white and green to the forewinds is unfurled.
You’ll read the roll of honour and you’ll find with a marked scar –
The name of Sarsfield Mulligan, the man from Mullingar!