My name is George Campbell, at the age of eighteen
I joined the United Men to strive for the green
And many a battle I did undergo
With that hero commander, brave General Munro
Have you heard of the battle of Ballynahinch
Where the people oppressed rose up in defence
When Munro left the mountains, his men took the field
And they fought for twelve hours and never did yield
The army, they came and surrounded the place
And they took him to Lisburn and lodged him in jail
And his father and mother in passing that way
Heard the very last words that their dear son did say:
"Oh, I die for my country as I fought for her cause
And I don't fear your soldiers nor yet heed your laws
And let every true man who hates Ireland's foe
Fight bravely for freedom like Henry Munro"
'Twas early one morning when the sun was still low
They murdered our hero, brave General Munro
And high o'er the courthouse stuck his head on the spear
For to make the United Men tremble and fear
All you good men who listen, just think of the fate
Of the brave men who died in the year '98
For Ireland our country would be free long ago
If her sons were all rebels like Henry Munro
I joined the United Men to strive for the green
And many a battle I did undergo
With that hero commander, brave General Munro
Have you heard of the battle of Ballynahinch
Where the people oppressed rose up in defence
When Munro left the mountains, his men took the field
And they fought for twelve hours and never did yield
The army, they came and surrounded the place
And they took him to Lisburn and lodged him in jail
And his father and mother in passing that way
Heard the very last words that their dear son did say:
"Oh, I die for my country as I fought for her cause
And I don't fear your soldiers nor yet heed your laws
And let every true man who hates Ireland's foe
Fight bravely for freedom like Henry Munro"
'Twas early one morning when the sun was still low
They murdered our hero, brave General Munro
And high o'er the courthouse stuck his head on the spear
For to make the United Men tremble and fear
All you good men who listen, just think of the fate
Of the brave men who died in the year '98
For Ireland our country would be free long ago
If her sons were all rebels like Henry Munro
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