I will arise and go now to Galway or Tralee

And burgle someone’s house there and plan a moonlight raid;

Ten live rounds will I have there to shoot at the R.I.C.

And wear a mask in the bomb-loud glade.

And I shall have great fun there, for fun comes fairly fast,

Bonfires in the purple heather and the barracks burning fine,

There midnight is a shindy and the noon is overcast

And evening full of the feet of kine.

I will arise and go now, for always in my sleep

There comes the sound of rifles and low moans on the shore;

I see the sudden ambush and hear the widows weep,

And I like that kind of war.