Dying Rebel
Lyrics
The night was dark and the fight was over
The moon shone down O’Connell Street
I stood alone where brave men perished
Those men have gone, their God to meet
My only son was shot in Dublin
Fighting for his country bold
He fought for Ireland and Ireland only
The harp the shamrock, green white and gold
The first I met was a grey haird father
Searching for his only son
I said old man, there’s no use searching
For up to heaven, your son has gone
The old man cried out broken hearted
Bending low I heard him say
I knew my son was too kind hearted
I knew my son would never yield
The last I met was a dying rebel
Kneeling o’er I heard him say
God bless my home in dear Cork City
God bless the cause for which I die
Songs of Dublin
Notes
Clip – Liam Donnelly
