When the  dawn rise
on the green fildes of the isle
i rise up my eyes
when i see my love cry
ho fair of mine
and wher have you been
she answers me baec
on the streets of Dublin...

And what did you see
my fair, then i sigh
i see children lost
and a woman that cry
for her love has gone
to the filds of the isle
for Irland he fhought
and for freedom he died

When the moon goes down
on the fildes of the isle
a young woman cry
ho my  love
dont you die
you gave up your life
for Irland to live
for my isle i am glade
but for you
allways
griff