Amaranth, may I compliment you on your taste in songs!
| KEVIN BARRY Early on a Sunday Morning, high upon a gallows tree,
Kevin Barry gave his young life for the cause of liberty,
Only a lad of eighteen summers, yet there's no-one can deny,
That he went to death that morning, proudly held his head up high.
Shoot me like an Irish soldier, do not hang me at the dawn,
For I fought for Ireland's freedom on that dark September morn,
All around that little bakery where we fought them hand-to-hand,
Shoot me like an Irish soldier, for I fought to free Ireland.
Standing proudly to attention as he bade his last farewell,
To his broken-hearted mother, whose grief no-one could tell,
For the cause he proudly cherished this sad parting had to be,
So to death walked Barry smiling, that old Ireland might be free.
Just before he faced the hangman, in his lonely prison cell,
British soldiers tortured Barry, just because he would not tell,
All the names of his companions, other things they wished to know,
"Turn informer and we'll free you." Proudly Barry answered, "No."
Another martyr for old Ireland, another murder for the Crown,
Whose brutal laws may kill the Irish, but can't keep their spirits down.
Lads like Barry are no cowards, from the foe they will not fly.
Lads like Barry will free Ireland, for her sake they'll live or die.
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