Robert Emmet - Dublin City Ramblers

Old Ireland surrounded by sadness and gloom

And I Robert Emmet awaiting my doom

Bold Robert Emmet the darling of Erin

Bold Robert Emmet he’ll die with a smile

I’ll lay down my life for the Emerald 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!