It reached for two miles long
And men of all persuasions
Come to join in that vast throng
Besides his wife and family
For him they all will pine
His loss was very grievous
He was only thirty-nine
They mourn for E Lord Edward
And Robert Emmet sore.
And martyrs for their country
Who died on a foreign shore
The last one was at Mitchel's town
A silent grave to fill
A thorough true born Irishman
Brave noble Manderville.