Freeborn Man - Jon Mark, David Antony Clark, Deirdre Starr

Twas the dark of his eyes that beguiled of my heart

As we lay in the stable so bare

A young servant girl, he the Lord of the land

As I gazed onto his face so fair.

Such a love that we knew would tear out your heart,

Thou' we knew it never could be

For twas Ireland he loved far more than his life

And to fight for the brave and the free.

In the morning he rose and away he did ride,

With a kiss for a fond farewell.

And a promise to return at the rising of the moon,

To the land that he loved so well.

And I saw in his eyes, the fire of his soul

And I feared for the future to be

In my heart then I knew, I would see him no more

For he died for the brave and the free.

Now the child at my breast is a patriot’s son.

From a love that never will end,

For it’s not about power, money or greed.

Or the truth that for England will fend.

And some day in his youth he will take up the call,

For a free born man is he.

And his heart will be wrapped in it’s mantle so green,

And he’ll fight or the brave and the free.