School: Baile Giolla tSionáin (B.), An Gleann (roll number 11307)
- Location:
- Ballygiltenan Upper, Co. Limerick
- Teacher: Tadhg Ó Cathasaigh
Archival Reference
The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0480, Page 233
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- A Young Irish Soldier.
The grey dawn had crept o'er the stillness of morning.
The dew drops they glitter like icicles breath.
The notes of the bugle had sounded its warning.
A young Irish soldier lay sentenced to death.
No. cold blooded murder had stained his pure conscience.
He called as a witness his maker on high.
He had simply been fighting for Ireland's loved freedom.
Arrested and tried, he was sentenced to die.
Chorus.Lay him away on the hillside.
Along with the brave and the bold.
Inscribe his name in a scroll of fame.
In letters in purest of gold.
My conscience would never convict me.
He said with his dying breath.
May God bless the causes of freedom.
For which I am sentenced to death.(continues on next page)
