I was working in Heuston Station
Like my Da and his before him
Trying to pass the time before the bell
When a poor hand and a bad joke
Sent me down to the Phoenix Park
To join the Royal Dublin Fusiliers
My mother went down to plead my case
But the ink had already dried
And God love her I still remember every tear she cried
Now I'm writing from a barracks
On the north side of the Lee
And ill be soon for cork harbor on the way
Do the boys still run down to see me
When the hear the hooter blow
Does my sister still resent me
Now that I must wear a rose
Well I hope that this letter
Will find you in good health
With all my love
Your fond son John
Well my dad pulled into the station
So I went to meet him there
Said thank you for the cigarettes and the cake
I was down heartened
When he pulled out
And again I said goodbye
And I headed back to the old Youghal Road
Do the boys still run down to see me
When the hear the hooter blow
Does my sister still resent me
Now that I must wear a rose
Well I'm headed for northern France
To a river they call the Somme
With all my love
Your fond son John
Yes John, the boys still run down to see you
When they hear the hooter blow
And your sister did forgive you
For she knows you did not know
Son mind yourself and hurry home
And I'll have your dinner on
With all my love
My fond son John
Well John he never came home
He died at 21
They couldn't find his body in the morgue
But theres a headstone up in ???
And it's scribed as private ???
Son of Hugh and Ellen of Inchicore
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