[Verse]
It was down by the town of old Bantry,
Where most of the fighting was done,
A gallant young soldier of Erin,
Was shot by a Black and Tan gun.

They pillowed his young head on the heather,
While the blood from his body ran free,
He smiled at all his comrades around him,
And whispering to them said he.

"Won't you bury me here out on the mountain?
Near the spot where the battle was won,
Where we dealt the final blow for our country,
From the scourge of the Black and Tan gun.

They buried him alone on the mountain,
Where the road down to Bantry runs near,
And they wrote these simple words on his grave stone,
'A Soldier Of Ireland Lies Here.'

When you pray for all the heroes who've fallen,
Remember especially this one,
Slain upon the first day of freedom,
By the very last Black and Tan gun.