The moon it shone down on old 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 on O'Connell Street where a dying rebel lay with his body gashed and his arms outstretched and his life's blood flowing away.
A passing comrade heard the moans, the sufferer soon was found. Softly, gently he raised his head up from the cold cold ground. Softly, gently, "Comrade, he cried, no longer on earth can I stay. I will never more roam through my native home, Tipperary so far away."
His comrades gathered around him to bid him a last farewell. He was as true and as brave a lad that ever in battle fell. They dug a grave and in it they laid the bones of Sean Treacy so brave, he will never more roam to his native home, Tipperary so far away.
Sean Treacy died in Dublin, 14th of October, 1920.