Rags of Green

O'Malley!! O'Malley!! Come come your daughter is bruised. The reds held her and her they used. And now O'Malley she is to be seen A blood soaked mound of Rags of Green. O'Malley!! O'Malley!! Come come your son is dead! He stood up to injustice, from the coats of red. And now O'Malley, he is to be seen. A blood soaked mound of Rags of Green. O'Malley!! O'Malley!! Come come your wife is in chains! She went to the magistrate with her pains. And now O'Malley, she is to be seen, A weeping mound of Rags of Green. O'Malley!! O'Malley!! Come Come lay down your arm Tis not the brits you wish to harm. For they only came to be seen putting to order, The mounds of Rags of Green.