Peter Crowley The Freedom Fighters (IRL)

As I rode out one evening in the holy month of June
I strayed into an old churchyard to view a noble tomb
I overheard an old man say, as tears rolled from his eyes
It's underneath that cold, green sod brave Peter Crowley lies

Then tell me Peter Crowley, come tell me, tell me true
Who stepped into Kilcloony Wood that day along with you
Who stood behind that broad oak tree and fired that signal gun
Who fought and died for Ireland's rights, 'twas you my darling son

The man who fired the signal gun went to his lone abode
For many a mile he shouldered it a dark and dready road
Stiff and cold, it's there you lay, a stóirín geal mo chroí
Because you were a Fenian bold and fought for liberty

And now to conclude and finish, as I have no more to say
May the almighty and eternal God soon rid you from your grave
With a thousand men at your command and they both loyal and true
To conquer English, Dutch and Dane as Irishmen do do
To conquer English, Dutch and Dane as Irishmen do do