In Mountjoy jail one Monday morning high upon the gallows tree Kevin Barry gave his young life for the cause of liberty Just a lad of eighteen summers yet there's no-one can deny As he walked to death that morning he proudly held his head on high
Just before he faced the hangman in his dreary prison cell British soldiers tortured Barry because he would not tell The names of his brave comrades and other things they wished to know Turn informer or we'll kill you Kevin Barry answered no
Calmly standing to attention as he bade his last farewell To his broken hearted mother whose sad grief no-one can tell For the cause he proudly cherished this sad parting had to be Then to the death went proudly smiling that his country might be free
Another martyr for old Ireland another murder for the crown Whose cruel laws may crush the Irish but won't keep their spirit down
Lads like Barry are not cowards from their foes they will not fly Lads like Barry will free Ireland for her cause they'll fight and dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
