The Dying Rebel
The night was dark, the battle ended, The
moon shown down O'Connell street, I stood alone where our brave men perished, They have 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 and shamrock, green white and gold.
The first I met, was a grey haired father, Searching
for his only son, I said old man, so there's no use searching, Your only son to heaven has gone.
Chorus - "Your" only son
My God he cried, I am broken hearted, My
God he cried, going on his knees, I knew my son was too kindhearted, I knew my son would never yield.
Chorus - "My" only son
The last I met was a dying rebel, Bending
low, I heard him say, God bless my home in dear Cork city, God bless the cause for which I die.
Chorus - "My" only son
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