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A Gallant Kerry Soldier Song Lyrics By The Threshing Mill Boys. A rebel song about a man from Kerry who fights for Ireland on the streets of Dublin against the Black And Tans who arrived in Ireland in 1920.

A Gallant Kerry soldier lay dying by the Liffey banks
He lay dying there while escaping from the cruel Black And Tans
While a comrade held him kindly with his head upon his knee
And to him did softly whispered, take this message to Tralee

Tell my parents not to ''''''  it would give me peace and joy
To know that she's the mother proud of her own dear Irish boy
Tell her I'm dying quiet happily and from trouble I am free
Won't you take this lonely message to my mother in Tralee.

Tell my only little brother I'm dying a hero's death
That I fought for dear old Ireland in my last long heaving breath
Tell him always love his country and never a traitor be
Won't you take this lonely message to the brave boys in Tralee.

But oh there is another and for her I can scarcely speak,
Would she weep if she could see me, expiring tired and week
She would 'cause she was kind to me and good friends we used to be
Won't you take this lonely message to my Eileen in Tralee.

Did she not regret our parting for indeed would be her lot
For she shared it once and sufferings of her own dear Irish call
Tell her I'm dying quiet happily and the truth I give to thee
May she never know one sorrow in her home in sweet Tralee.

As he spoke his voice grew weaker he clasped his comrades hand
'tis with you his comrades speeches proud son of Paddies land
He kissed him as a brother Heaven be your bed says he
Cruel war has rudely taken our brave boy from Tralee


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