At a cottage door one wintry night As the snow lay on the ground A youthful Irish soldier boy To the mountains he was bound His mother stood beside him saying "You'll win my boy don't fear" And with loving arms around his waist She tied his bandolier
"Goodbye God bless you mother dear I hope your heart won't pain But pray to God your soldier boy You soon will see again For when I'm out in the firing line 'Twill be a source of joy To know that you're a mother proud Of an Irish soldier boy".
When the fighting it was over And the flag of truce was raised The leaders ordered the fire to cease All Ireland stood amazed His comrades came to the cottage door With a note from her pride and joy Containing the news in sad detail Of her Irish soldier boy.
"Good bye God bless you mother dear I'm dying a death so grand From wounds received in action Trying to free my native land But I know we'll meet in heaven above In a land beyond the sky There you'll always be in company Of you Irish soldier boy"
"A long farewell to Donegal Kilkenny and Mayo. Tipperary, Derry, and Tyrone Where the bushes green do grow And when at night you'll kneel and pray 'Twill be a source of joy To know that you're remembering still Your Irish soldier boy".