[Verse]
The night was dark and the fight was over,
The moon shone down O'Connell Street,
I stood alone, where brave men perished,
They've gone to heaven, their God to meet.

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

And the next I met was a fair-haired maiden,
Kneeling by her lover's side,
She prayed to God, her heavenly father,
That he would take him to his right side.

And the last I met was a dying rebel,
Knealing low, I heard him sigh,
"God bless my home in the dear Cork City,
God bless the cause for which I die."

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

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