Up! Up! Newmarket (Air – “God Save Ireland”)
We’re assembled in New York, exiles all from Rebel Cork
And we’re proud of the flag that o’er us waves,
But tonight our memory turns to the spot where we were born
to the dear old town that never nursed a slave.
Up! Up! Newmarket say the exiles
Up! Up! Newmarket say they all
Whether we shall here remain
or return home again
May Newmarket always rise and never fall.
In the lovely Island Wood where with pride we often stood
Gazing at the scenic beauty all around,
As we rambled up Scarteen, Barlyhill and Meens between
Oh! what pleasure and contentment there we found.
Boston boasts of Bunker Hill, brave men fought at Gettysville
Newmarket too has honours like the rest,
Twas here Curran first drew breath, and after Emmet’s tragic death
They laid his sweetheart Sarah down to rest.
When the beagle’s bugle horn woke the hills on Sunday morn
Mick Brennan and Pat Williams made the pace,
How the hounds would yelp and howl, run their chase into the ground!
And we followed in the rapture of the chase.
And when after ’98, the croppies were all bate
The Whiteboys held their ground on Scarteen Hill,
Three brave priests were martyred there and their last words were a prayer
For the land they fondly loved and we love still.