(Verse 1) From the western coasts where the cold seas pound, Where the pipes and the old songs shake the ground, Rose a people o’ storm and flame, Long before kingdoms wrote their names. From Gaelic hills tae emerald rain, Across the narrow sea again, Different shores but the same old fire, Same hard road and the same desire. Old clan banners in the wind still fly, Under Scotland’s mist and Ireland’s sky, Years may shift and borders turn, But the ancient blood still burns. (Pre-Chorus) Change the letters, bend the sound, Still the old roots hold the ground— (Chorus) Raise yer voice and let it roll! Hear the pipes and hear the soul! Murphy in the valleys, Murchie by the sea, Old Gaelic thunder still running free! From Highland stone tae Irish rain, Different names but the heart’s the same! Storms may come and ages hurry— But the old fire rides in Murphy! (Verse 2) Old tongues called through centuries gone, Carrying stories and carrying on, Some wrote Murphy, some wrote Murchie, Some crossed oceans and turned history. Clan roads split but never died, Westward winds became the guide, Across new lands and distant foam, Still the old songs called them home. Scottish glens and Irish fields, Same iron heart that never yields, Raise the cup and strike the string, Hear the old blood rise and sing. (Pre-Chorus) No king, no sea, no passing years— Can drown the songs our fathers hear— (Chorus) Raise yer voice and let it roll! Hear the pipes and hear the soul! Murphy in the glens, Murchie in the storm, Old clan fire forever warm! Names may wander far and free, But roots run deep eternally! Call the hills and let them carry— Long live the blood o’ Murphy! (Bridge — outlaw anthem section) Strike the strings and turn it loud! Stand together, fierce and proud! Through every age and every land, Still carrying the ancient hand! Through Scotland’s stone and Ireland’s green, More than memory—still unseen— The fire remains… (Final Chorus) Raise the banner to the sky! Let the old songs never die! Murphy! Murchie! call the line! One old road through place and time! From mountain mist tae ocean spray— The clan rides on another day! Names may change through time and hurry— But the soul still runs… In Murphy.
