Letras
In the heart of Cork,where the rebel winds moan
The sons of old Éireann never fight alone
By Upton's lone station,in nineteen twenty-one
They struck for their freedom 'neath a cold winter sun
In the misty dawn,with the frost on the ground
Fourteen brave Volunteers moved without sound
Charlie Hurley led them,his heart fierce and true
To ambush the train where the iron horse flew
Seventy redcoats,the Essex men came
With bayonets gleaming,to tighten the chain
Oh,sing of the heroes in the lonely woods of Upton
Where the blood of the free flowed red upon the ground
Though the ambush turned to chaos,and the bullets rained like thunder
The spirit of rebellion shall forever resound!
The train roared from Cork with a whistle's sharp cry
Civilians aboard,unaware they would die
The Volunteers opened fire on that fateful morn
Their rifles ablaze as the battle was born
But the foe was too many,the plan went astray
In the smoke and the fire,brave men fell that day
John Phelan was struck,and Batt Falvey lay still
Their blood on the platform,a rebel's last will
Patrick O'Sullivan wounded,shot through with the pain
While Charlie,face bloodied,fought on in the rain
Dan O'Mahoney lingered,his fate years to come
Yet the fire of freedom burned bright in each one
Oh,sing of the heroes in the lonely woods of Upton
Where the blood of the free flowed red upon the ground
Though the ambush turned to chaos,and the bullets rained like thunder
The spirit of rebellion shall forever resound!
Oh,the sorrow of innocents caught in the fray
Arthurs and Byrne,lost in the melee
Spiers,Johnston,and Perrot,Finn,Hail,and Sisk
Railway men and travelers,their lives gone too swift
Six Essex men wounded,three gravely did fall
Yet the rebels' resolve stood unyielding and tall
The Third Cork Brigade,though the day was a loss
Carried on through the struggle,no matter the cost
From Crossbarry's triumph to the truce's bright dawn