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The Clancy Brothers
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The Valley of Knonkanure
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
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
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And Lyons is dead and young Dalton's down in the valley of Knockanure
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.'
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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