The Dying Rebel Songtext
von The Royal Spuds

The night was dark, the fight was over
The moon shone down O′Connell Street
I stood alone, where brave men perished
Those men have gone, their God to meet

My only son was shot in Dublin
Fighting for his country bold
He fought for Ireland, Ireland only
The Harp and Shamrock, Green, White, Gold

The first I met was a grey-haired father
Searching for his only son
I said "Old man, there's no use searching
For up to heaven, your son has gone"

The old man cried out broken hearted
Bending o′er I heard him say:
"I knew my son was too kind hearted,
I knew my son would never yield"


The night was dark, the fight was over
The moon shone down O'Connell Street
I stood alone, where brave men perished
Those men have gone, their God to meet

My only son was shot in Dublin
Fighting for his country bold
He fought for Ireland, Ireland only
The Harp and Shamrock, Green, White, Gold

The old man cried out broken hearted
Bending o'er I heard him say:
"I knew my son was too kind hearted,
I knew my son would never yield"

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."

The night was dark, the fight was over
The moon shone down O′Connell Street
I stood alone, where brave men perished
Those men have gone, their God to meet


My only son was shot in Dublin
Fighting for his country bold
He fought for Ireland, Ireland only
The Harp and Shamrock, Green, White, Gold

The Harp and Shamrock, Green, White, Gold