Lyrics
I have a story,
That I want to share with you.
It’s all about,
How my darling died.
He was a captain,
With the Irish Volunteers,
Back in the days,
Of the year sixteen.
As I looked below,
My love marched right by my door.
Somehow I knew,
He’d be struck down,
While he was fighting,
For the birth of Ireland,
There in the streets,
Of our Dublin town.
I knew he loved me,
He had often told me so.
I was the one,
And he promised me,
That we would marry,
Once the Rising ran its course,
And we would live,
In a land that’s free.
On the day he died,
I had feelings of such despair,
Somehow I knew,
He had been shot.
My heart was broken,
For I’d never marry him,
He had been struck,
As the bullets flew.
So I went to find him,
For I had to see my love,
Just to be near,
This dear man of mine.
I found him lying,
As the breath was leaving him,
Gently I said,
“Darling, wait for me.”
On the day he died,
My poor heart was torn to shreds,
The wound cut deep,
Deep within my soul.
He had been fighting,
For the birth of Ireland,
But my love died,
In our Dublin town.
These days I wander,
Down the streets of cobblestone,
And I see walls,
Shattered and forlorn.
They have been broken,
Like my sweetest darling,
Never to be,
Like they were before.
So I pray each night,
Asking God, please just call me home,
So I can be,
With my true love.
God knows I miss him,
And I long to be with him,
Rather than walk,
Through Our Dublin town.
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