Irish Songs With Easy Chords & Lyrics
The Dying Rebel
|The|| night was dark and the|| fight was|| over,|
|The|| moon shone|| down O'Connell||Street,|
|I|| stood alo||ne,where|| brave men|| perished,|
|Thoes|| men have|| gone,their|| God to|| meet.|
My only son was shot in Dublin,
Fighting for his country bold,
He fought for Ireland,and Ireland only,
The harp the shamrock,green white and gold,
The first I met was a grey haird father,
Searching for his only son,
I said old man,sure it's no use searching,
For up to heaven,your son has gone.
The old man cried out broken hearted,
Bending low I heard him say,
I knew my son was too kind hearted,
I knew my son would never yield.
The last I met was a dying rebel,
Kneeling or I heard him say,
God bless my home,in dear Cork City,
God bless the cause for which I die.
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