Dying Rebel

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
My only son was shot in Dublin
Fighting for his country bold
He fought for Ireland, and Ireland only
The Harp and Shamrock, Green, White and Gold

[Spoken]
The first I met was a grey-haired father
Searching for his only son
I said "Old man, there's no use searching
For up to heaven, your son has gone"

[Verse 3]
The old man cried out broken hearted
Bending o'er I heard him say:
"I knew my son was too kind hearted
I knew my son would never yield"

[Verse 4]
The last I met was a dying rebel
Bending low I heard him say:
"God bless my home in dear Cork City
God bless the cause for which I die"