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The [G] sun had set with it`s [D] golden rays
And the [C] bitter [D] fight was [G] over
Our [D] brave boys
sleep [C] beneath the [D] clay,
On [G] this earth they [C] are no [D] more
The moon shone over the [C] battle[D]field
Where a [G] dying [C] rebel [D] lay
His [G] arms were crossed and his [D] body stretched,
His [C] life blood [D]
flowed [G] away
There were none to weep for you Sean Treacy
Or were keen in to sing in your praise
To decide
your deeds like the Gaels of yore
On your face we no longer gaze
In that kingdom of love may your dear soul rest
On
the word that we fervently pray
That we`ll all meet above the old friends we love
In Tipperary so far away
The
soldiers of Erin bore him high
On their shoulders, they solemnly tread
And many a heart with a tearful sigh
Wept
over our patriot dead
In silence they lowered him into the grave
To rest till his reckoning day
Sean Treacy who died,
his home to save
In Tipperary so far away
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