Sean Tracy - The Wolfe Tones

The moon it shone down on Dublin town

When the deadly fight was o’er

Thousands lay on the cold, cold ground

Their lives to claim no more

The moon it shone down in 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 soon heard the moans

The sufferer soon was found

Softly, gently they raised his head

Up from the cold, cold ground

Softly, gently come raise, he cried

No longer on earth can I stay

I will never more roam to my own native home

Tipperary, so far away

A lock of my hair I pray you take

To my mother so dear to me

And tell her 'twas here by the Liffeyside

My moldering bones do lay

For it would grieve your heart

To see young men shot down,

Their bodies thrown into the sea

And a vision of light came before me tonight

Of Tipperary so far away

The soldiers of Ireland bore him on high

On their shoulders with solemn dread

And many a heart with tearful sigh

Wept over our patriot dead

In silence they lowered him into the grave

To rest to the reckoning day

Sean Tracy who died his home to save

In Tipperary so far away