In the streets of Dublin city, early rose the morning sun,
Stood a gallant band of soldiers, each man proudly held a gun,
Till the last they fought them bravely, standing staunch and fighting true,
In their midst there stood a leader, Ireland's dauntless Cathal Brugha.

Another faithful son of Ireland, by the traitors hands shot down,
One of Irelands best and bravest, in heaven wears the martyrs crown,
Till he died he fought them bravely, to the old cause he was true,
Dashing forth he fell in action, Irelands dauntless Cathal Brugha.

When they battered on the four courts, with their borrowed British guns,
Traitors in the pay of England, shot down Irelands faithful sons,
When they called on them "Surrender, we are many your but few",
"We'll have death before dishonour", proudly answered Cathal Brugha.

Cathal Brugha you'll be remembered, in our Irish hearts with pride,
For the blood you shared in Dublin, Irelands cause you sanctified,
When they laid him low in agony, neath an Irish sky of blue,
Tell them all I died for Ireland, softly murmured Cathal Brugha.