It was down in the town of old Bantry

Where most of the fighting was done

It was there that a young Irish soldier

Was shot by a Black-and-Tan 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 sun