It's March 17 so I'm wearing my Toronto St. Pats hockey sweater. It's supposed to be nearly 70 degrees today but my office is always freezing so I should be okay. Now everybody, let's sing!

Proudly the note of the trumpet is sounding
Loudly the war cries arise on the gale
Fleetly the steed by Lough Swilly is bounding
To join the thick squadrons on Saimer's green vale.
On every mountaineer, strangers to flight or fear,
Rush to the standard of dauntless Red Hugh!
Bonnaught and Gallowglass,
Throng from each mountain pass.
Onward for Erin! O'Donnell Abu!

Princely O'Neill to our aid is advancing
With many a chieftain and warrior clan
A thousand proud steeds in his vanguard are prancing
'Neath the borderers brave from the Banks of the Bann!
Many a heart shall quail under its coat of mail
Deeply the merciless foeman shall rue
When on his ears shall ring
Borne on the breeze's wing
Tyr Connell's dread war cry, O'Donnell Abu!

Wildly o'er Desmond the war wolf is howling
Fearless the eagle sweeps over the plain
The fox in the streets of the city is prowling
And all who would scare them are banished or slain!
On with O'Donnell then, fight the old fight again
Sons of Tyr Connell are valiant and true
Make the proud Saxon feel
Erin's avenging steel!
Strike for your country, O'Donnell Abu!