The Valley Of Knockanure

Melody -

Tim Leahy

1. You may sing or speak about Easter Week
Or the heroes of Ninety-Eight
Those Fenian men who roamed the glen
For victory or defeat
Their names on history's page are told,
Their memory will endure
Not a song was sung of our darling sons
In the valley of Knockanure.

2. There was Walsh and Lyons and the Dalton boy,
They were young and in their prime
They rambled to a lonely spot
Where the Black and Tans did hide
The Republic bold they did uphold
Though outlawed on the moor
And side by side, they fought and died
In the valley of Knockanure.
  3. It was on a neighbouring hillside
We listened in hushed dismay
In every house, in every town,
A young girl knelt to pray
They're closing in around them now,
With rifle fire so sure
And Lyons is dead and young Dalton's down
In the valley of Knockanure.

4. But ere the guns could seal his fate,
Young Walsh had broken through
With a prayer to God, he spun the sod
As against the hill he flew
And the bullets cut his flesh in two,
Still he cried with voice so sure
"Oh, revenge I'll get for my comrades' deaths
In the valley of Knockanure."

5. The summer sun is sinking
Now behind the field and lea
The pale moonlight is shining bright
Far off beyond Tralee
The dismal stars and the clouds afar
Are darkening o'er the moor
And the banshee cried when young Dalton died,
In the valley of Knockanure.

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