The night was dark and the battle ended The moon shone down O'Connell Street I stood alone where many brave men perished Whose men have gone their God to meet My only son was shot in Dublin Fighting for his country bold He fought for Ireland and for Ireland's glory The harp and shamrock, green, white, and gold The first I met was a grey-haired father Searching for his only son I said, "old man, there's no need searching For up to heaven your son's gone" And the old man cried that broken hearted Bending low, I heard him say "I knew my son was too kind hearted I knew my son with every deed" And the last I met was a dying rebel Bending low, I heard him say "God bless my home in dear Cork city God bless this cause for which I die" And when night was dark and the fighting over The moon shone down O'Connell Street I stood alone where many brave men perished Whose men have gone their God to meet Whose men have gone their God to meet