The Irish Soldier Boy

At a cottage door one winter's night, as the snow lay on the ground
Stood a youthful Irish Soldier Boy, to fields of battle was bound.
His mother stood beside hime saying you'll win my biy, don't fear
And with loving hands around him, she gently tied his bandolier.

Then he said good-bye, God bless you dear mother, I hope your heart won't pain
And remember that your soldier boy will soon see home again.
And when I'm at the firing line 'twill be a source of joy
To know that you're a dear mother, proud of your Irish Soldier Boy.

The fighting it was over and the flag of truce was raised
The leaders ordered the firing to cease, Old Ireland stood amiss.
And when his comrades came to her door with a note from her pride and joy
Containing the news in sad appeal of her Irish Soldier Boy.

Farewell, God bless you mother dear, I'm dying a death so grand
My bullets received in action trying to free my native land
I hope we'll meet in heaven above in the land beyond the sky
When you'll be always in the comp of your Irish Soldier Boy.

Farewell to dear old Donegal, Kilkenny and Mayo, Tipperary, Derry and Tryone
Where the bushes green do grow and when at night you kneel to pray
'Twill be a source of joy to know that you're in memory still
Of your Irish Soldier Boy.

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