[Verse]
The night was dark and the fight had ended,
The moon shone down O'Connell Street,
I stood alone, where the brave men perished,
Those me have gone, their Gods to meet.

[Chorus]
And my only son was shot in Dublin,
Fighting for his country bold,
And he fought for Ireland and for Ireland only,
The harp, the shamrock, green, white and gold.

[Verse]
The first I met was a grey haired father,
Searching for his only son,
And I said, "Old man, there's no use sеarching,
For straight up to heaven your son has gone."

[Chorus]
And my only son was shot in Dublin,
Fighting for his country bold,
And he fought for Ireland and for Ireland only,
The harp, the shamrock, green, white and gold.

[Verse]
And the old man cried out broken hearted,
Bending low, I heard him say,
"I knew my son he was to kind hearted,
I knew my son he would never yield."

[Chorus]
And my only son was shot in Dublin,
Fighting for his country bold,
And he fought for Ireland and for Ireland only,
The harp, the shamrock, green, white and gold.

[Verse]
And the last I met was a dying rebel,
Kneeling low, I heard him say,
"God bless my home in dear Cork City,
And the volunteers of the IRA."

[Chorus]
And my only son was shot in Dublin,
Fighting for his country bold,
And he fought for Ireland and for Ireland only,
The harp, the shamrock, green, white and gold,
The harp, the shamrock, green, white and gold.