At[G] a cottage door one[C] wintery[G] night
As the snow lay[C] on the[G] ground
Stood a youthful Irish[C] soldier boy
To the mountains he was[G] bound
His mother stood[C] beside him saying
You'll win my boy don't[G] fear
And with her loving arms[C] around his[G] waist
She tied his[C] bando[G]leer
[2]
Goodbye God bless you mother dear
I hope your heart wont pain
But pray to God your soldier boy
Your son wou'll sea again
And when im out on the firing line
It will be a source of joy
To know that your the mother proud
Of an Irish soldier boy
[3]
When the fighting it was over
And the flag of truce was raised
The leaders ordered the firing to cease
All Ireland stood amazed
Some men came up to the cottage door
Containing news in sad detail
Of her Irish soilder boy
[4]
Goodbye God bless you mother dear
I'm dying a death so grand
From received in fighting
Trying to free my native land
And when im up in heaven above
In the land beyond the sky
You'll always be in the company of
Your Irish soldire boy
