[Verse]
The night was dark, the fight had ended,
The moon shone down O'Connell Street,
I stood alone, where brave men perished,
And now they've gone, 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, the shamrock, green, white and gold.

[Verse]
The first I met was a crying mother,
Kneeling by her young son's side,
I heard her say, "My son's kind hearted,
I knew my son would never yield."

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

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

[Verse]
The last I met was a dying rebel,
Kneeling low, I heard him say,
"God bless my home in dear Belfast City,
God bless the cause for which I die."

[Outro]
"God bless my home in dear Belfast City,
God bless the cause for which I die.".