Текст песни: The Valley of Knonkanure + перевод

You may sing or speak about Easter Week or the heroes of Ninety-Eight

Those Fenian men who roamed the glen for victory or defeat

Their names on history’s page are told, their memory will endure

Not a song was sung of our darling sons in the valley of Knockanure

There was Walsh and Lyons and the Dalton boy, they were young and in their prime

They rambled to a lonely spot where the Black and Tans did hide

The Republic bold they did uphold though outlawed on the moor

And side by side, they fought and died in the valley of Knockanure

It was on a neighbouring hillside we listened in hushed dismay

In every house, in every town, a young girl knelt to pray

They’re closing in around them now, with rifle fire so sure

And Lyons is dead and young Dalton’s down in the valley of Knockanure

But ere the guns could seal his fate, young Walsh had broken through

With a prayer to God, he spun the sod as against the hill he flew

And the bullets cut his flesh in two, still he cried with voice so sure

Oh, revenge I’ll get for my comrades' deaths in the valley of Knockanure."

The summer sun is sinking now behind the field and lea

The pale moonlight is shining bright far off beyond Tralee

The dismal stars and the clouds afar are darkening o’er the moor

And the banshee cried when young Dalton died, in the valley of Knockanure

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