The sun had set with it's golden ray,
And the bitter fighting was over
Our brave boys asleep beneath the clay,
On this earth they are no more,
The moon shone over the battlefield,
Where a dying rebel lay,
His arms were crossed on his body stretched,
His life blood flowed away.

There were none to weep for you Seán Treacy,
Or were keen in to sing in your praise,
To decide your deeds like the Gaels of yore,
On your face we no longer gaze,
"In the kingdom of love may your dear soul rest",
Are the word that we fervently pray,
That we all meet above the old friends we love,
In Tipperary so far away.

The soldiers of Erin bore him high,
On their shoulders, they solemnly tread,
When many a heart with a tearful sigh,
Wept over our patriot dead,
In silence they lowered him in the grave,
To rest till the reckoning day,
Seán Treacy he died, his home to save,
In Tipperary so far away.

Seán Treacy he died, his home to save,
In Tipperary so far away.