The[D] struggle is[G] over the[D] boys were de[A7]feated
Old[D] Ireland sur[A7]rounded by[D] sadness and[G] gloom
We[D] were de[A7]feated and[D] shamefully[A7] treated
And[D] I Robert[G] Emmet a[A7]waiting my[D] doom
[Chorus]
[D]Bold Robert [G]Emmet the [D]darling of [A7]Erin
[D]Bold Robert [A7]Emmet he'll [D]die with a [G]smile
[D]Farewell com[A7]panions both [D]loyal and [A7]daring
I'll [D]lay down my [G]life for the [A7]Emerald [D]Isle
Hung drawn and quartered sure that was my sentence
But soon I will show them no coward am I
My crime was the love of a land I was born
A hero I lived and a hero I'll die
I was arrested and cased into prison
Tried as a traitor a rebel a spy
But no one can call me a knave or a coward
For a hero I lived and a hero I'll die
Hark the bells tolling I well know the meaning
My poor heart tells me it is my death knell
In come the clergy the warden is leading
I have no friends here to bid me farewell
So good bye to old Ireland my parents and sweetheart
Companions in arms to forget you must try
I was proud of the honour it was only my duty
A hero I lived and a hero I'll die.
Erin, mo mhuirnin, my love and my country!
Ireland,
my Ireland, though dead I shall be
Hear now the words of my final oration:
Write me no epitaph ‘til my country
is free!.
