The Mass Rock in the Glen

I'm proud that I am mountain-born; this is my native place

These mountain glens have always been the stronghold of the race

It was here our fathers earned the right to bear the name of men

When they held the faith for Ireland round the mass rock in the glen

Our priests were hunted down like wolves; oh God, it was surely hard

That from the right to worship thee, thy children were debarred

But still they gladly bore your cross, those simple mountain men

They were proud to share your calvary round the mass rock in the glen

No more on Carradinna's slopes the sentinel stands on guard

Our ancient foes, the hated yeos, have gone to their reward

And we who worship God in peace should bless those fearless men

Who held the faith for Patrick round the mass rock in the glen

I love the glens of Ireland, every rock and mountain pass

It was those same glens that under God preserved for us the mass

And if the day should ever come when Ireland calls for men

She will not find them wanting round the mass rock in the glen