By an enemy's gun he was shot down,
Far from home in another town.
A freedom fighter he lived to be,
And we'll not rest 'til his country's free.
He'll be remembered for his proud deed,
For his country's war another seed,
And his memory will live and grow,
Children now in years will know.
Of Joe MacManus, his life he gave,
Of how he died and was so brave,
A country torn by war and hate,
Decided Joseph's early fate.
Now every year as spring time starts,
Joe's proud memory will be in our hearts,
And as I think and shed a tear,
I'm proud to have him in our child-hood years.