The Dying Rebel

The night was dark and the fight had ended

the moon shone down O'Connell Street

I stood alone where brave men perished

and now they've gone, their God to meet

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My only son was shot in Dublin

fighting for his county bold

he fought for Ireland and for Ireland only

the harp and shamrock, green, white and gold

The first I met was a grey haired father

searching for his only son

I said "old man, there's no  use searching

for straight to heaven your son has gone"

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The next I met was a grieving  mother

knelling by her young son's side

I heard her say "my son's kind hearted,

I knew my son would never yield"

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The last I met was a dying rebel

knelling low  I heard him say

"God bless my home in dear Cork City,

God bless the cause for which I die

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