作曲 : Martin Williams/George Roberts
Many homes arte filled with sadness and with sorrow,
Many hearts are filled with anguish and with pain,
For old Ireland now she hangs her head in sorrow,
For thoes men who died at Upton for Sinn Fein.
So let the moon shine out tonight along the valley,
Where thoes men who fought for freedom now are lain
May they rest in peace thoes men who died for Ireland,
In the lonely woods at Upton for Sinn Fein.
Some were thinking of their mothers wives and swethearts,
Some were thinking of their dear old Irish homes,
Did they think of when they drilled along the valley
As they marched out from Cork city to their doom.
So let the moon shine out tonight along the valley,
Where thoes men who fought for freedom now are lain
May they rest in peace thoes men who died for Ireland,
In the lonely woods at Upton for Sinn Fein.
When the warning cry rang out fix your bayonets,
And right gallantly they fixed them for the fray,
Gallantly they fought and died for dear old Ireland,
In the lonely woods at Upton far away
So let the moon shine out tonight along the valely,
Where thoes men who fought for freedom now are lain
May they rest in peace thoes men who died for Ireland,
In the lonely woods at Upton for Sinn Fein.
May they rest in peace thoes men who died for Ireland,
In the lonely woods at Upton for Sinn Fein.