In a (A) cruel (D) British (A) prison, a brave Irish (D) soldier (E) lies;
Body (A) thin and (D) weak with (A)hunger, as the light fades (E) from his (A)eyes.
By his (E) side – two women (A) weeping, one is (E) old and one is (A) young;
On their knees to (D) God appeal (A) -ing, in their soft sweet (E) Mayo (A) tongue.
“Ah, my loves,” the young man murmurs. “Do not cry your tears for me,
For my time is nearly over, and today I will be free
I can see a bright sun shining on my own green Mayo fields,
And I see dear Michael Gaughan, waiting there beneath the trees.”
In that cruel British prison, just before the break of day,
With his loved ones there beside him, that brave soldier passed away.
But he lives in Erin’s heart yet, and
wherever flies her flag,
Ireland’s sons and Ireland’s daughters, will remember brave Frank Stagg.
Yes he lives in Erin’s heart yet, and
wherever flies her flag,
Ireland’s sons and Ireland’s daughters, will remember brave Frank Stagg.
