The Wolfe Tones — The Dying Rebel

The night was dark and the fight was ended The moon shone down O'Connell Street I stood alone where brave men perished They're gone, they're gone, their God to meet The worst I met was a dying rebel Bending o'er, I heard him say "God bless me 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 climb The next I met was a grey-haired father Searching for his only son I said, "My man, there's no use searching For up to heaven your son has gone" 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