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It was [G] down in the [Em] town of old [D] Bantry,
Where [C] most of the [D] fighting was [G] done,
It was there
that a [Em] young Irish [D] soldier,
Was [C] shot by a [D] Black and Tan [G] gun.
As he raised himslef up to his
elbow,
As the blood from his wounds ran red,
He turned to his comrades beside him,
And these are the words he said:
Won`t
you bury me out on the mountains,
So that I can see where the battle was won
So they buried him out on the mountains,
`Neath
a cross that stood facing the sun.
They wrote: "Here lies a true Irish soldier,
Who was shot by a Black-and-Tan
gun,
And now we are back in old Dublin, our victory over and won,
We think of our comrades we buried under God`s rising
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