I remember the day it stands clear in my mind We stood down by Dunlaoire to wave you goodbye Your ma was quietly weeping there was a tear in my eye As we sent you to Gallipoli to die You looked so young as you stood there with a glint in your eye And you sang rebel songs as the streamers flew high Your ma turned away and I heard a sigh God your sailing to Gallipoli to die You were all that we had your mammy and me When you marched dead erect you were proud as could be And it killed your poor ma and it's slowly killing me You were blown to kingdom come on the shores of Gallipoli We only got the one letter and we knew right away It said deepest regrets your son was bold and he was brave You were only eighteen yet your mammy and I Let you go to Gallipoli to die You fought for the wrong country, you died for the wrong cause And your ma often said it was Ireland's great loss All those fine young men who marched to foreign shores to fight the wars When the greatest war of all was at home