Wrap the green flag round me, boys,
 To die were far more sweet,
 with Erin's noble emblem boys,
 To be my winding sheet.
 In life l loved to see it wave,
 And follow where it led,
 But now my eyes grow dim - my hand 
 Would grasp its last bright shred.

 Then wrap the green flag round me, boys,
 To die were far sweet
 With Erin's noble emblem boys,
 To be my winding sheet.

 And I had hoped to meet you, boys,
 On many a well-fought field,
 When to our sacred banner, boys,
 The traitorous foe would yield,
 But now, alas! I am denied
 My dearest earthly prayer,
 You'll follow and you'll meet the foe,
 But l shall not be there.

 But though my body moulders, boys,
 My spirit will be free,
 And [bad word] #39;s honour, boys,
 Will yet be dear to me.
 And in the thick and bloody fight
 Let not your courage lag. 
 For I'll be there and hovering near
 Around the dear old flag.