Many[A7] hearts are filled with anguish and with[D] pain,

For old Ireland now she hangs her head in[G] sorrow,

For thoes[A7] men who died at Upton for Sinn[D] Fein.

[Chorus]

Let the moon shine out tonight along the vally,

Where thoes men who fought for freedom now are lain

May they rest i  peace thoes men who died for Ireland,

In the lonely woods of Upton for Sin Fein.

[2]

Some were thinking of their mothere wives and swethearts,

Some were thinking of their dear old Irish homes,

Did they think of how they drilled along the valley

When they marched out from Cork city to their doom.

[3]

Then the warning cry rang out boys fix your bayonets,

And thoes gallant lads they fixed them for the fray,

Gallantly they fought and died for dear old Ireland,

In the lonely woods of Upton for Sinn Fein.