Children’s laughter and childrens tears Childish joys of childhood years Fondest memories of our once happy home It’s not death that bring the pain I would face it all again But it grieves me me so to leave you are not alone.
Do the wee ones still sigh When they hear their Daddy’s name? Do they sadly ask you why I won’t be home again? How hard it is to know I’ll never see them grow Let my dying bring for them a better life
May they never know the fears That have blighted my young years Nor the shackles that have bound my native land May they see the joy of life And not cruel civil strife Foreign laws imposed by brutal strangers’ hands
Let them grow in love and truth Let them blossom into youth Guided by their mother’s loving hand Let them cherish Ireland‘s pride For this Joe McDonnell died Let them know their father loved them and his land