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I remember the day, it stands clear in my mind,
You stood down at O'Leary's to wave us goodbye;
Your ma was gently weeping, there was a tear in my eye,
As you were sailing for Gallipoli to die.
You looked so young as you stood there with a gleam in your eye,
And you sang a rebel song as the streamers flew high;
Your ma turned away and I heard her sigh,
As you were sailing for Gallipoli to die.
You were all that we had, your mommy and me,
When you marched to the rest, you were proud as could be;
Well, it killed your poor ma and it's slowly killing me,
When you were blown to kingdom come on the shores of Gallipoli.
We got the one letter and we knew right away,
It said deepest regrets, your son was bold and was brave;
You were only nineteen, yet your mommy and I,
Let you go to Gallipoli to die.
You fought for the wrong country, you died for the wrong cause,
And your ma often said it was Ireland's great loss;
All those fine young men who marched to foreign lands to fight war,
While the greatest war of all was at home.
You were all that we had, your mommy and me,
When you marched to the rest, you were proud as could be;
Well, it killed your poor ma and it's slowly killing me,
When you were blown to kingdom come on the shores of Gallipoli.
Well, it killed your poor ma and it's slowly killing me,
When you were blown to kingdom come on the shores of Gallipoli.
