In Mountjoy Jail, one Monday morning,
High above 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.

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.
Another thing 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 can't keep their spirits down.
Lads like Barry are no cowards,
From the fore they will not fly,
Lads like Barry will free Ireland,
For her sake they'll live and die.


This page is a part of Philipp's Home Of The Free.