Pat Brady


Ye true-born heroes, I hope you’ll lend me an ear
To a few simple verses, the truth unto you I’ll declare
My name is Pat Brady; the same I’ll never deny
In Ross I was born, in Naas condemned to die

I once had a home, a shelter from want and woe
I’m now among strangers where no person here does me know
Condemned for high treason to die on the gallows tree
For seeking the rights of poor Erin, my country

My father, God rest him, was taken without any crime
Marched off as a prisoner; hanged in one hours time
Myself and two brothers; to the woods, we were forced to fly
We vowed for revenge, or else by the sword we would die

Early next morning, to Gorey, we all marched away
Our drums, they did rattle; our fifes so sweetly did play
Full twelve thousand heroes, nine hundred and forty three
We took all their cannons that day from their artillery

On rising next morning, to Wickow we led the foray
Our hearts most glorious with liberty shining that day
On entering Ferns we encountered the full Yeomanry
We fought for four hours till we gained complete victory

We fought in New Ross and we fought upon Vinegar Hill
At sweet Castlecomer the colliers joined us with will
But defeat at Rathangan and now ’tis my fate I must face
Remember Pat Brady, for Ireland I now die at Naas

Wexford 1

Songs of Wexford