Sadly but slowly one night in November
I laid down my weary head for to
On my pillow of straw which I long shall remember
I been weary for sleep, I fell into a doze.
tired from working hard down in the foreign prison yard
Night brought relief to my sad heart's should free
locked in my prison cell, surely an earthly hell
I then fell asleep and commenced for to dream.
I dreamed I was
sitting on a green hill of Erin
With no hesitating and victory won,
Surrounded by comrades, no enemies fearing,
then was the cry, "Every man to his gun."
It's on came the section then; dread not, ye Fenian men;
Soon they fell
back from their pike's volunteers
I dreamed that I saw our brave noble commander
Was mounted on steed and his guard
He was brave-trimmed with gold and his bright shining chevrons want
'Twas all dint with sunbeams of
freedom that day
Slam bang, the cannons slew, lines they were all cut through
Men on both sides lay dying and dead.
green flag went waving high that day beneath the battle sky
Everyone there did sing out gloriously
Every man, boy
was on oath bound to die that day or stand their ground
And all from our vengeance the proud Briton fled.
bang, the cannons slew, lines they were all cut through
Men on both sides lay dying and lay dead
Jump out of your
prison bearth, for Irishmen have done their work
God he is with us and old Erin is free.
I dreamed I was sleeping
the night beams around me
Whilst pitching their lights upon that bloody plain
When friends that I once knew in soft
Lay dead and in their gore. Shall I e'er see them again?
With joy then I hastened back over the
My mother she fainted and gave a loud scream
Surely when I awoke just as the daylight broke
found I was in exile and all but a dream.