The Ballad Of Eoin The Brave

Come gather around, let the story be told
Of Eoin the Brave, with a heart made of gold
A warrior so bold, from the hills of Tralee
Who fought for his home and for Ireland's decree

Oh, ride, Eoin, ride, let your legend remain
Through valleys and mountains, through fire and rain
With sword high above and the truth in your hand
You carried the hopes of your dear native land

The redcoats had come with their banners held high
To trample the fields and to silence the cry
But Eoin stood tall with his men side by side
For freedom, for honor, for those who had died

Oh, ride, Eoin, ride, let your legend remain
Through valleys and mountains, through fire and rain
With sword high above and the truth in your hand,Y
Ou carried the hopes of your dear native land

Through mist-covered hills and the dark of the night
He rode like the wind to escape from their sight
Though outnumbered and chased, he still led the fight
A beacon of hope in the cold moonlight

Oh, ride, Eoin, ride, let your legend remain
Through valleys and mountains, through fire and rain
With sword high above and the truth in your hand
You carried the hopes of your dear native land

But treachery lurked in the whispers of men
A traitor's own greed led to Eoin's sad end
Betrayed and alone, yet he made his last stand
A warrior's spirit still strong in the land

Oh, ride, Eoin, ride, though you've fallen in pain
Your name will live on in each proud Irish name
Through songs and through stories, your memory will stand
The hero who fought for his dear native land.