Tipperary Far Away
Tommy Makem
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The moon it shone down on old Dublin town
When the deadly fight was o'er
Thousands lay on the cold, cold ground
Their lives to claim no more
The moon shone down on O'Connell Street
Where a dying young rebel lay
With his body gashed and his arms outstretched
And his life's blood flown away
A passing comrade heard the moans
The sufferer soon was found
Softly, gently he raised his head
Up from the cold, cold ground
"Softly, gently, comrade," he cried
"No longer on earth can I stay
I will never more roam to my own native home
It's Tipperary's so far away."
His comrades gathered around him
To bid him a last farewell
He was as true and as brave a lad
That ever in battle fell
They dug a grave and in it they laid
The bones of Sean Tracy so brave
He will never more roam to his own native home
Tipperary's so far away