Emmet and Barry and the Manchester Martyrs,
A comrade have met in the bright halls above,
Another young life has been laid down for Ireland,
Another true heart full of faith and of love.

With Barnes and McCormack, he live in our memory,
And inspire us to fight on till Ireland is free,
A friend to the faithful, a foe to the traitors,
That young Charlie Kerins, the boy from Tralee

He spoke like a soldier he stood like a true man,
When the cravens condemned him to death and to shame,
He followed the path of a long line of heroes,
And Ireland forever shall honour his name.

On a first Friday morning in the month of December,
The hangman from England came over the sea,
And the traitors to Ireland reaped vengeance and hatred,
On young Charlie Kerins the boy from Tralee.

God rest him tonight in the brightness of heaven,
God strengthen each true man to walk where he led
And raise up the standard of justice and freedom,
And win for the living the way of the dead.

When the rule of the traitor is ended forever,
And the power of their masters from sea unto sea,
We will praise our brave soldier of Poblacht na hEireann
For young Charlie Kerins the boy from Tralee.