This is the version of the Dying Rebel I have been singing for years.
This arrangement of the verses seems more correct to me viz a viz the story being told. The author as is sometimes the case has used poetic licence in his lyrics, at the time of the rebellion the main thoroughfare in Dublin was called Sackville Street and the name wasn't changed to O'Connell Street untill after independence. The Irish flag is not Green White and Gold but Green White and Orange.Green to represent the Irish Nationalists Orange to represent the Northern Protestants and White to represent unity and peace between the two (sic)

Dying Rebel

The night was dark and the fight was over,
The moon shone down O'Connell Street,
I stood alone where brave men perished,
Those men have gone to their God to meet

The First I met was a dying rebel
Bending low I heard him say
God bless my home in dear Cork City
God bless the cause for which I die.

The next I met was a grey-haired father
Searching for his only son
I said "Old Man, there's no use searching
For up to heaven your son has gone"

The old man cried out broken-hearted
Bending o'er I heard him say
I knew my son was too kind-hearted,
I knew my son would never yield

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.