Dying Rebel Songtext

von Wolfe Tones

Wolfe Tones - Dying Rebel

[1]
The night was dark and the fight was over,
The moon shone down O'Connell Street,
I stood alone,where brave men perished,
Thoes men have gone,their God to meet.

[Chorus]
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,

[2]
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.

[3]
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.

[4]
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.