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