The Irish Brigade - The Dying Rebel | Текст песни

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The[D] night was dark and the[G] fight was[D] over,
The[D] moon shone[G] down O'Connell[D] Street,
I[G] stood alo[D]ne,where[G] brave men[D] perished,
Thoes[D] men have[A] gone,their[G] God to[D] meet.
[Chorus]
My only son was shot in Dublin,
Fighting for his country bold,
He fought for Ireland,and Ireland only,
The harp the shamrock,green white and gold,
[2]
The first I met was a grey haird father,
Searching for his only son,
I said old man,sure it's no use searching,
For up to heaven,your son has gone.
[3]
The old man cried out broken hearted,
Bending low I heard him say,
I knew my son was too kind hearted,
I knew my son would never yield.
[4]
The last I met was a dying rebel,
Kneeling or I heard him say,
God bless my home,in dear Cork City,
God bless the cause for which I die.
Where I have placed the letter H is where it goes high

D G A B A G A G E D
The night was dark, and the fight was over.
B B D [H] E D B D B
The Moon shone down O'Connell Street
D E D B G A G E D
I stood alone, where brave men perished
G G B D A C B G
Those men have gone, their God to meet

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