Wolfe Tones - Sean Tracy lyrics

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 pa**ing 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