The Dying Rebel

THE DYING REBEL

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The night was  d a r k, and the fight was ended,

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The moon shone  d o w n   O'Connell Street,

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I stood a-lone, where brave men perished

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Those men have  g o n e , 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.

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.

The last I met was a dying rebel,
Kneeling low I heard him say
God bless my home in dear Cork City,
God bless the cause for which I die.