Dying Rebel |
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.
2. The first I met was a dying rebel,
3. The next I met was a fair haired maiden, | 4. The last I met was a gray haired father, Searching for his only son. I said, "me man, there's no use searchin', For up to heaven your son has gone."
5. There kneeling down was the gray haired father,
6. My only son was shot in Dublin, |