Tipperary Far Away - The Clancy Brothers, Tommy Makem

The moon it shone down on old Dublin town

When the deadly fight was o’er

Thousands lay on the cold cold ground

Their lives to claim no more

The moon shone on O’Connell Street

Where a dying young rebel lay

With his body gashed and his arms outstretched

And his life’s blood flowing away

A passing comrade heard the moans

The sufferer soon was found

Softly, gently he raised his head

Up from the cold cold ground

Softly, gently, «Comrade», he cried

«No longer on earth can I stay

I will never more roam through my own native home

Tipperary so far away»

His comrades gathered around him

To bid him a last farewell

He was as true and as brave a lad

That ever in battle fell

They dug a grave and in it they laid

The bones of Sean Treacy so brave

He will never more roam to his native home

Tipperary so far away