Come on my boys let us march on so glory does invite us
And through Roscrea we'll make our way no danger shall affright us
We for all sorts of liquor called, the landlord says "Ye're strangers,
Are ye the boys we did hear of, are ye the Upperwood Rangers?"

It's true it's from Coolrain we come, that lovely seat of pleasure
Where heroes bold stood uncontrolled beyond all time and measure
It's true that from Coolrain we came at hurling we're no strangers
We are the boys you did hear of, we are the Upperwood Rangers.

The day appointed soon drew nigh, the hills were soon surmounted
Like lions in the den we stood while by them we were counted
The ball was thrown up to the sky the Munster men all shouted,
"We give three cheers for Danna(?) boys, Shinrone was never doubted.

Young Collier said to his men, "Both front and rear take order
This is the day we'll show them play, proud Munster we'll alarm"
But Phelan then among his men was not the least alarmed
To meet the foe where'er he'd go, no brave was brave young Gorman.

The Ossorians mounted their play, they played the first half-hour
But soon were made to understand that Upperwood was the power,
For them the tusseling took place, they cried, "Lay on the strangers!"
But we brought the ball up through the goal, We are the Upperwood Rangers.

[(Tune: "The Girl I Left Behind Me")]