The Grey Dawn Had Crept O'er The Stillness Of Morning
The Dew Drops They Glisten Like Icicle Breath
The Notes Of The Bugle Have Sounded It's Warning
A Young Connaught Ranger Lay Sentenced To Death
No Cold Blooded Murder Had Stained His Pure Conscience
He Called As A Witness His Maker On High
He'd Simply Been Fighting For Ireland's Loved Freedom
Arrested And Tried He Was Sentenced To Die
Lay Him Away O'er The Hillside
Along With The Brave And The Bold
Inscribe His Name On The Scroll Of Fame
In Letters Of Purest Gold
"My Conscience Will Never Convict Me"
He Said With His Dying Breath
"May God Bless The Cause Of Freedom
For Which I Am Sentenced To Death"
He Thought Of The Love Of His Feeble Old Mother
He Though Of The Cailín/Girl So Dear To His Heart
The Sobs Of Affection He Scarcely Could Smother
Well Knowing How Soon From Them Both He Must Part
He Feared Not To Die Though His Heart Was Near Broken
'Twas Simply Remembrance For Those He Loved Well
His Rosary He Pressed To His Heart As A Token
The Prayer Cheered His Soul In The Felon's Lone Cell
Lay Him Away O'er The Hillside
Along With The Brave And The Bold
Inscribe His Name On The Scroll Of Fame
In Letters Of Purest Gold
"My Conscience Will Never Convict Me"
He Said With His Dying Breath
"May God Bless The Cause Of Freedom
For Which I Am Sentenced To Death"
To The Dim Barrack Square The Doomed Hero Was Hurried
In The Grey Of The Dawn 'Ere The Sun Rose On High
With Head Held Erect Undaunted Unworried
The Gallant Young Soldier Went Proudly To Die
"I Blame Not My Comrades For Doing Their Duty
Aim Straight At My Heart" Were The Last Words He Said
Exposing His Breast To The Point Of The Rifle
The Smoke Cleared Away The Young Soldier Lay Dead
Lay Him Away O'er The Hillside
Along With The Brave And The Bold
Inscribe His Name On The Scroll Of Fame
In Letters Of Purest Gold
"My Conscience Will Never Convict Me"
He Said With His Dying Breath
"May God Bless The Cause Of Freedom
For Which I Am Sentenced To Death"