In a lonely mountain valley in the county of Tyrone
Lies one of Ireland's Mass Rocks deserted and unknown
The few who write historic tales or wield the poet's pen
Can say with pride I knelt beside the Mass Rock in the glen.
I'm proud that I am mountain bred this is my native place
These mountain glens have ever been the stronghold of our race
‘Twas here our fathers earned the right to bear the name of men
When they kept the faith for Ireland by the Mass Rock in the glen.
No more on Corradinna Hill the sentinel stands guard
The dreaded foes the hated yeos have guns with every word
And you who are should call in peace and bless these fearless men
When they kept the faith for Patrick's sake by the Mass Rock in the glen.
God bless the glens of Ireland every rock and mountain pass
'Twas these same glens that under God preserved for us the Mass
And if the time should ever come when Ireland calls for men
She will not find them wanting by the Mass Rock in the glen.