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Oh, it's down the long side of Farcalladen Rise, / With the knees pressing hard to the saddle, my men; / With the sparks from the hoofs giving light to the eyes, / And our hearts beating hard as we rode to the glen!
And it's back with the ring of the chain and the spur, / And it's back with the sun on the hill and the moor, / And it's back is the thought sets my pulses astir, -- / But I'll never go back to Farcalladen more!
Oh, it's down the long side of Farcalladen Rise, / And it's swift as an arrow and straight as a spear, / And it's keen as the frost when the summer-time dies, / That we rode to the glen, and with never a fear.
And it's hey for the hedge, and it's hey for the wall, / And it's over the stream with an echoing cry; / And there's three fled for ever from old Donegal, / And there's two that have shown how bold Irishmen die!
For it's rest when the gallop is over, my men, / And it's here's to the lads that have ridden their last; / And it's here's to the lasses we leave in the glen, / With a smile for the future, a sigh for the past!