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In Mount Joy Jail, one Monday Morning, high above the Gallows Tree,
Kevin Barry gave his young life for the cause of liberty.
Just a lad of 18 summers, yet no one can deny,
When he walked to death that morning, he proudly held his head on high.
Just before he faced the hangman in his dreary prison cell
The British soldiers tortured Barry just because he would not tell
The names of all his brave companions and other things they wished to know.
Turn informer or we'll kill you, Kevin Barry answered no.
Proudly standing to attention as he bade his last farewell
To his broken hearted mother whose grief no one could tell.
For the cause he proudly cherished this said parting had to be.
To his death walked softly smiling so that Ireland might be free.
Lads like Barry are no cowards, from the foe they will not fly.
Lads like Barry will free Ireland, for her sake they live and die