She was a rare and fair boat She was a fair and rare boat She was a bIiddy quare boat The good old Muirchu. I boarded her in Haul-bowline With me lifebelt in me hand All for the cause of freedom And me dear ould native Land. We joined the Muirchu me boys To fight thro' shot and shell We got half-shot in Cobh, me boys To brave the ocean's swell.

We started out for Dublin Town The Captain steered us straight But when we reached the ocean The poor oul' ship was bate She took one look at the rolling sea And knew she could not do So off the coast of Wexford We lost the Muirchu. We lost the Muirchu, me boys Tho' she sailed with might and main From Haul-bowline to Dublin Town For scrap at Hammond Lane.

The Muirchu got lost at sea Tho' we searched everywhere And when we turned and swam for shore We could not; find her there But she'll live in song and story The greatest ship of all The guardian of our harbours The Flagship of the Dàil The good old Muirchu, me boys Will never be a slave For off the coast of Wexford She found a sailors grave.

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