Children's laughter children tears
Childish joys of childhood years
just memories of our once happy home
Its not death that brings the pain
I would face it all again
But it grieves
me so to leave you all along.
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 land.
they never know the fears
That blighted my young years
Of 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
Let them blossom into youth
Guided by their mother's loving hand
Let them cherish Ireland's pride
this Joe McDonnell died
Let them know their father loved them and his land.