In Mount Joy Jail, one Monday morning,
high upon the gallows tree,
Kevin Barry gave his young life
for the cause of liberty.
Just the light of eighteen summers
As he walked to death that morning
He proudly held his head on high
Countly standing to attention
When he bid his last farewell
To his broken -hearted mother,
whose sad grief no one could tell
For the cause he proudly cherished,
Then to death walk softly smiling,
that old Ireland might be free
Just before he faced the hangman
In his dreary prison cell
British soldiers tortured Barry
Just because he would not tell
The names of his great comrades
And the things they wished to know
Turn informer or we'll kill you,
Another martyr for old Ireland,
another murder for the crown
Whose brutal laws may kill the Irish,
but can't keep their spirits down
Lads like Barry are no cowards,
from the fall they will not fly.
Lads like Barry will free Ireland,
for her sake they live and die. you