
Tri-Coloured Ribbon The Wolfe Tones
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I had a true love if ever a girl had one
I had a true love, a brave lad was he
One fine Easter Monday with his gallant comrades
He started away for to make Ireland free
[Chorus]
For all around my hat I wear a tri-coloured ribbon, oh
All around my hat until death comes to me
And if anybody's asking me 'Why do I wear it?'
It's all for my own true love I never more will see
He whispered "Goodbye love, old Ireland is calling"
High over Dublin our tri-colour flies
In the streets of the city the foeman is falling
And wee birds are whistling "Old Ireland, arise"
[Chorus]
For all around my hat I wear a tri-coloured ribbon, oh
All around my hat until death comes to me
And if anybody's asking me 'Why do I wear it?'
It's all for my own true love I never more will see
In praying and watching, the dark hours passed over
The roar of the guns brought no message to me
I prayed for old Ireland, I prayed for my lover
That he might be saved and old Ireland be free
I had a true love, a brave lad was he
One fine Easter Monday with his gallant comrades
He started away for to make Ireland free
[Chorus]
For all around my hat I wear a tri-coloured ribbon, oh
All around my hat until death comes to me
And if anybody's asking me 'Why do I wear it?'
It's all for my own true love I never more will see
He whispered "Goodbye love, old Ireland is calling"
High over Dublin our tri-colour flies
In the streets of the city the foeman is falling
And wee birds are whistling "Old Ireland, arise"
[Chorus]
For all around my hat I wear a tri-coloured ribbon, oh
All around my hat until death comes to me
And if anybody's asking me 'Why do I wear it?'
It's all for my own true love I never more will see
In praying and watching, the dark hours passed over
The roar of the guns brought no message to me
I prayed for old Ireland, I prayed for my lover
That he might be saved and old Ireland be free
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