The sun had set with its golden ray
And the bitter fight was o'er
Our brave boys sleep beneath the clay
On this Earth they are no more
The moonbeams shone o'er the battlefield
Where a dying rebel lay;
His arms were crossed and his body was stretched
His life's-blood flowed away
Our comrades in silent ambush laid
For the evening sky was clear
Yet not one man was then afraid
Our brave boys knew no fеar
Few people in thе city streets
Had heard of that fierce affray
Of that valiant youth whose home was set
In Tipperary far away
"A lock of my hair I implore you to take
To that mother I love tenderly
I implore you to give to her for my sake
Then I know she'll think of me
Tell her that here, in the battle of life
For the dawn of bright Freedom's Day
I prayed for my home in the thick of the strife
In Tipperary far away."
And the bitter fight was o'er
Our brave boys sleep beneath the clay
On this Earth they are no more
The moonbeams shone o'er the battlefield
Where a dying rebel lay;
His arms were crossed and his body was stretched
His life's-blood flowed away
Our comrades in silent ambush laid
For the evening sky was clear
Yet not one man was then afraid
Our brave boys knew no fеar
Few people in thе city streets
Had heard of that fierce affray
Of that valiant youth whose home was set
In Tipperary far away
"A lock of my hair I implore you to take
To that mother I love tenderly
I implore you to give to her for my sake
Then I know she'll think of me
Tell her that here, in the battle of life
For the dawn of bright Freedom's Day
I prayed for my home in the thick of the strife
In Tipperary far away."
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