Flying Column - The dying rebel

The^C night was dark, and the f^Fight was ^Cover, The m^Coon shone d^Fown O'Connell St^Creet, I^Am stood a^Clone, where b^Frave men p^Cerished Those^C men have ^Ggone, their G^Fod to ^Cmeet.

My ^Conly son was ^Fshot in ^CDublin, Fig^Chting for hi^Fs country^C bold, H^Ame fought^C for Ireland,^F and Irela^Cnd only, The H^Carp and Sh^Gamrock, Green^F, Whit^Ce and Gold.

The^C first I met was a grey-h^Faired fat^Cher Sea^Crching for his ^Fonly ^Cson, I^Am said "O^Cld man, there^F's no use ^Csearching For u^Cp to heave^Gn, your son h^Fas gon^Ce".

My ^Conly son was ^Fshot in ^CDublin, Fig^Chting for hi^Fs country^C bold, H^Ame fought^C for Ireland,^F and Irela^Cnd only, The H^Carp and Sh^Gamrock, Green^F, Whit^Ce and Gold.

The^C old man cried out b^Froken hea^Crted Ben^Cding o'er I h^Feard him ^Csay: "^AmI knew m^Cy son was too^F kind hear^Cted, I kne^Cw my son w^Gould never yi^Feld". ^C

My ^Conly son was ^Fshot in ^CDublin, Fig^Chting for hi^Fs country^C bold, H^Ame fought^C for Ireland,^F and Irela^Cnd only, The H^Carp and Sh^Gamrock, Green^F, Whit^Ce and Gold.

The^C last I met was a d^Fying ^Crebel, Ben^Cding low I h^Feard him^C say: "^AmGod bles^Cs my home in ^Fdear Cork ^CCity, God b^Cless the c^Gause for whi^Fch I d^Cie."

My ^Conly son was ^Fshot in ^CDublin, Fig^Chting for hi^Fs country^C bold, H^Ame fought^C for Ireland,^F and Irela^Cnd only, The H^Carp and Sh^Gamrock, Green^F, Whit^Ce and Gold.