The 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 Those 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 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 up to heaven your son has gone" 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 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" 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 The last I met was a dying rebel Bending low, I heard him say "God bless my home in dear Cork City And bless the cause for which I'll die" 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 The harp and shamrock, green white and gold