Twas the dark of his eyes that beguiled of my heart
As we lay in the stable so bare
A young servant girl, he the Lord of the land
As I gazed onto his face so fair.
Such a love that we knew would tear out your heart,
Thou' we knew it never could be
For twas Ireland he loved far more than his life
And to fight for the brave and the free.
In the morning he rose and away he did ride,
With a kiss for a fond farewell.
And a promise to return at the rising of the moon,
To the land that he loved so well.
And I saw in his eyes, the fire of his soul
And I feared for the future to be
In my heart then I knew, I would see him no more
For he died for the brave and the free.
Now the child at my breast is a patriot's son.
From a love that never will end,
For it's not about power, money or greed.
Or the truth that for England will fend.
And some day in his youth he will take up the call,
For a free born man is he.
And his heart will be wrapped in it's mantle so green,
And he'll fight or the brave and the free.