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The Dying Rebel Lyrics

The night was dark and the fight was over
The moon shone down O'Connell Street
I stood alone where brave men perished
Those men have gone to their God to meet
My only son was shot in Dublin;
Fighting for his country bold
He fought for Ireland and Ireland only
The harp, the shamrock, green white and 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 you 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 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"
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