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

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

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

The next I met was a fair haired maiden,
Kneeling by her lover's side,
She prayed to God, her heavenly father,
That in his footsteps that she might climb.

[Chorus]
My only son was shot in Dublin,
Fighting for his country bold,
He fought for Ireland and for Ireland only,
The harp and 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 bless the cause for which I'll die."

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