John Condon

Lyrics

Just a day, another day
Beneath the Belgian sun
Past grave on grave, row on row
Until I see the name John Condon
Carved in stone with harp and crown
Little crosses in the ground
And standing there, my silent prayer
Is for a boy who died a soldier

Wee lad who’ll not grow old
Heroes that don’t come home
Here they lie in Belgian fields
And Picardy

Just a recruit in soldiers boots
From Ireland’s shores to here
This living hell, this Poelkappele
Where young men fell like you, John Condon
And all around, the harp and crown
The crosses in the ground
Stand up in proof, the bitter truth
The waste of youth that lies forgotten

Wee lad who’ll not grow old
Heroes that don’t come home
Here they lie in Belgian fields
And Picardy.

Now tell me John, before I go on
What did you come here for
With Ireland’s bold, your life untold
14 years old, to die a soldier ?
And all around, the harp and crown
The crosses in the ground
What cause was served ?
So undeserved

Heroes that don’t come home
Sing out for all their souls
Here they lie in Belgian fields
And Picardy


Notes

Words & Music: R. Laird / S. Starrett / T. McRory
Publisher: Bardis Music ©2002

Waterford born John Condon (5 October 1896 – 24 May 1915) was an Irish soldier long believed to have been the youngest Allied soldier (aged 14) to be killed during the First World War.

A birth certificate, census, war diaries and other records now indicate that John Condon would have been 18 years old at the recorded date of his death and that the wrong individual is named on the grave. The headstone in Poelkapelle Cemetery in the Netherlands continues to record his age as 14.


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County

Waterford

Song Themes

World War 1

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