At a cottage door one wintry night As the snow lay on the ground Stood
a youthful Irish soldier boy for the mountains he was bound. His mother stood beside him and said "You'll win my
boy, don't fear." And with loving arms around his waist She tied his bandoleer.
"Goodbye, God bless you mother
dear, I hope your heart won't pain. But pray to God your soldier boy, Your son you'll see again. And when I'm
out on the firing line It will be a source of joy To know that you're the mother proud Of an Irish soldier boy".
the fighting it was over And the flag of truce was raised The leaders ordered the firing to cease All Ireland stood
amazed. Some men came up to the cottage door With a note from her pride and joy Containing news in sad detail Of
her Irish soldier boy.
"Goodbye, God bless you mother dear I'm dying a death so grand. From wounds received in
fighting Trying to free my native land. And when I'm up in heaven above In the land beyond the sky You'll always
be in the company Of your Irish soldier boy."