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The Ballad Of Kevin Barry

In Mountjoy Jail one Monday morning
High upon the gallows tree,
Kevin Barry gave his young life
For the cause of liberty.
But a lad of eighteen summers,
Yet no one can deny,
As he walked to death that morning
He proudly held his head on high.

'Why not shoot me like a soldier,
Do not hang me like a dog,
For I fought to free old Ireland,
On that bright September morn
All round that little bakery,
Where we fought them hand in hand.
Why not shoot me like a soldier
For I fought to free Ireland.'

Just before he faced the hangman
In his dreary prison cell,
British soldiers tortured Barry
Just because he would not tell
The names of his brave companions,
And other things they wished to know.
Turn informer or we'll kill you'
Kevin Barry answered 'No!"

Calmly standing to attention,
While he bade his last farewell.
To his broken-hearted mother,
Whose sad grief no one can tell,
For the cause he proudly cherished
This sad parting had to be;
Then to death walked, softly smiling,
That old Ireland might be free.

Another martyr for old Ireland,
Another murder for the crown,
Whose brutal laws may kill the Irish,
But won't keep their spirit down.
Lads like Barry are no cowards,
From the foe they will not fly;
Lads like Barry will free Ireland,
For her sake they'll live and die.

Kevin Barry you must leave us,
On the scaffold you must die.
Cried his broken-hearted mother,
As she bade her son good-bye.
Kevin turned to her in silence,
And said: 'Mother do not weep,
For it's all for dear old Ireland,
And it's all for Freedom's sake'  
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