Recorded by Rita And Sarah Keane
Mother a grá I am leaving you now To the war I am forced to go To fight for the cause of my country dear Where the pretty green shamrock grows Tis sorry I am to be leaving you now But you know I'll return once more When the fighting is done And the battle is won To Killkenny by the nore These words he spoke just at eventide To his mother so fond and true The tears fell fast as he took her hand To bid her his last adieu Then stepping quickly he turned aside As he marched through the open door He heaved a sigh as he bade goodbye To Killkenny by the nore The years sped along as one by one Fell each soldier so brave and true Not a line from her son to his mother did come From the lines where the bullets flew Yet ever she prayed For the one who had strayed Yet she prayed heid return once more To the home that he left Where in childhood he played To Killkenny by the nore The pale moon shone down on the battle field Where the battles were lost and won The wild birds flew over the wounded heroes Who would ne'er see the morrow's sun And there in the quiet of a moonlit night A dying young soldier lay His comrades stood round As he lay on the ground The words at length did say Tell my mother how bravely I fought And fell as a soldier may With her picture held close to my bleeding breast And my life's blood was ebbing away Tell her 'tis home never shall I roam I shall ne'er see her face anymore. Or the home that I left Where in my childhood I played To Killkenny by the nore Slowly and sadly they laid to rest In the spot where he fought and fell No stone or no mark O'er his cold narrow grave His deeds or his bravery to tell Tis there quite forgotten He sleeps his last sleep 'Neath the shamrock he fought for of yore Except for the one Who is praying for him still To Killkenny by the nore
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