A History of Ireland in Song |
The night was dark and the fight was over,
The moon shone down O'Connell Street.
I stood alone where brave men perished,
They all have gone, their gods to meet.
The first I met was a dying rebel,
Bending low I heard him say
God bless my home in dear Cork city
God bless the cause for which I die
The next I met was a fair haired maiden
Kneeling by her lover's side
She prayed to God, her heavenly father
That in his footsteps that she might bide.
The last I met was a grey-haired father,
Searching for his only son
I said, "me man, there's no use searchin',
For up to heaven your son has gone."
There kneeling down was the gray haired father,
Bending low I heard him say
"I knew my son was too strong hearted,
I knew my son would never yield."
My only son was shot in Dublin,
Fighting for his country bold
He fought for Ireland and Ireland's glory,
The harp, the shamrock, green, white, and gold!
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