The Dying Rebel

C F C The night was dark, and the fight was over, C F C The moon shone down O'Connell Street, Am C F C I stood alone, where brave men perished C G F C Those men have gone, their God to meet. C F C My only son was shot in Dublin, C F C Fighting for his country bold, Am C F C He fought for Ireland, and Ireland only, C G F C The Harp and Shamrock, Green, White and Gold. C F C The first I met was a grey-haired father C F C Searching for his only son, Am C F C I said "Old man, there's no use searching C G F C For up to heaven, your son has gone". C F C My only son was shot in Dublin, C F C Fighting for his country bold, Am C F C He fought for Ireland, and Ireland only, C G F C The Harp and Shamrock, Green, White and Gold. C F C The old man cried out broken hearted C F C Bending o'er I heard him say: Am C F C "I knew my son was too kind hearted, C G F C I knew my son would never yield". C F C My only son was shot in Dublin, C F C Fighting for his country bold, Am C F C He fought for Ireland, and Ireland only, C G F C The Harp and Shamrock, Green, White and Gold. C F C The last I met was a dying rebel, C F C Bending low I heard him say: Am C F C "God bless my home in dear Cork City, C G F C God bless the cause for which I die." C F C My only son was shot in Dublin, C F C Fighting for his country bold, Am C F C He fought for Ireland, and Ireland only, C G F C The Harp and Shamrock, Green, White and Gold.