THE THREE-COLOURED RIBBON (ALL AROUND MY HAT)
[G] I had a true love, if [D] ever a girl [C] had [D] one,
[G] I had a true love, a [D] brave [C] lad was [D] he,
And [C] one fine Easter Monday, [G] with his gallant comrades,
He started away for to [D] set Ireland [G] free.
So all around my hat I wear a tricolour ribbon,
All around my hat until death comes to me,
And if anybody’s asking why I’m wearing that ribbon,
It’s all for my true love I ne’er more shall see!
He whispered: "Goodbye love, old Ireland is calling,
High over Dublin our Tri-colour flies,
In the streets of the city the foeman is falling,
And the wee birds are singing ‘Old Ireland Arise’."
His bandolier around him, his bright bayonet shining,
His short service rifle, a beauty to see,
There was joy in his eyes, though he left me repining,
And started away to set Ireland free.
In prayer and in waiting the dark days passed over,
The roar of the guns brought no message to me,
I prayed for Old Ireland, I prayed for my true love,
That he might be safe and Old Ireland be free.
The struggle has ended, they brought me the story,
The last whispered message he sent unto me:
"I was true to the land, love, I fought for her glory,
And gave up my life to set Ireland free!"