The Moon, it shone down on Dublin Town
When the deadly fight was o'er
Thousands lay on the cold, cold ground
Their lives to play no more
The Moon, it shone down in O'Connell Street
Where a dying young rebel lay
With his body gashed and his arms outstretched
And his life's blood flowin' away

A passing comrade soon heard the moans
The sufferer soon was found
Softly, gently, they raised his head
Up from the cold, cold ground
Softly, gently, "Comrades", he cried
"No longer on earth can I stay
I will never more roam to my own native home
Tipperary, so far away"

A lock of my hair, I pray you take
To my mother so dear to me
And tell her 'twas here by the Liffey side
My mouldering bones do lay
For it would grieve your heart
To see young men shot down
Their bodies thrown into the sea
And a vision of light came before me tonight
Of Tipperary so far away
The soldiers of Ireland bore him on high
On their shoulders with solemn dread
And many a heart with tearful sigh
Wept over our patriot dead
In silence they lowered him in the grave
To rest 'til the reckoning day
Seán Treacy who died his home to save
In Tipperary so far away