An aging father shares an emotional story with his young son regarding the 1916 Easter Rising in Dublin, Ireland.
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An aging father shares an emotional story with his young son regarding the 1916 Easter Rising in Dublin, Ireland.
Lyrics
When I was a young lad,
My father told me,
About the worst day
That hea€™d ever seen.
The soldiers and cannons,
He heard them both scream,
It was hell, long ago,
Back in nineteen sixteen.
He said that the rebels
Had chosen a fight,
That most felt was wrong,
A few felt was right.
Regardless the outcome,
The rebels, they knew,
This was something that they
Simply just had to do.
Each day as the battle,
Wore on through that week.
It challenged the brave,
It tortured the meek.
The dead, they lay silent,
Unable to speak.
While the injured cried out,
But with voices so weak.
My father explained,
How The Rising fell down.
The end came so quick,
Because of The Crown.
The armya€™s big guns,
Brought the walls tumbling down.
And the end came so quick,
To that old Dublin town.
The trials were held,
For the ones who were caught.
So many were jailed,
Fifteen of them shot.
As bullets came flying,
Not one man cried out.
Just as brave when they died,
As they were when they fought.
My father then told me,
a€œSon, I cannot lie.
I fought hard that week,
When so many died.
I was not a rebel,
These days I still cry.
When I took up my stand,
I was on the wrong side.
My heart aches each moment,
That I am alive,
For I let down dear Ireland,
I was on the wrong side.a€
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