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Niamh Ó Braoin - Wolfe Tone

“The Ballad of Wolfe Tone” is a haunting Irish ballad sung by Niamh Ó Braoin, telling the story of Theobald Wolfe Tone, the father of Irish republicanism. Born the son of a Dublin coach-maker, Wolfe Tone devoted his life to uniting Ireland and freeing her from British rule. Arrested after the 1798 rebellion, he faced death with courage, asking to die a soldier’s death. His legacy endures as a symbol of Ireland’s unbroken spirit and fight for liberty. This somber tribute captures the sorrow and pride of Ireland’s revolutionary soul which seems to be lost in present day Ireland. One of my favorite Irish tunes. Please like, share and subscribe. Thanks. #WolfeTone, #IrishBallad, #CelticMusic, #IrishHistory, #IrishVocalist, #TraditionalIrish, #Ireland, #FolkMusic, #CelticHeritage, #IrishRebellion, #1798Rebellion, #IrishFreedom, #IrishPride, #Harp, #UilleannPipes, #Bodhran, #IrishFolkSinger, #Ballad, #IrishCulture, #celticsong Lyrics: Beneath the gray of Dublin skies, A child was born where freedom cries, The coachman’s son with fire in his eyes, Would rise for the soul of Ireland. He walked where cobblestones recall, The echo of his country’s call, With pen and sword, he pledged to all, That Ireland would be free. A dream of green beneath one flag, No crown to bind, no yoke, to drag, The nation’s heart, though worn and ragged, Beat proudly in unity. Oh, his words still whisper on the wind, Through fields where rebels lie… Wolfe Tone, brave Wolfe Tone, The father of the free, Your blood still runs through Erin’s stones, And calls from sea to sea. Though bound in chains and left alone, Your spirit would not flee, Wolfe Tone, brave Wolfe Tone, You died for Irish liberty. He spoke of hope through bitter years, Of courage born from ancient tears, He faced his fate without his fears, A soldier to the end. Before the court he raised his head, And to the tyrants coldly said, “Let me die a soldier’s death instead, For my love, my Ireland, not in shame.” And the gallows loomed at dawn’s first light, But truth can never die… Wolfe Tone, brave Wolfe Tone, The father of the free, Your blood still runs through Erin’s stones, And calls from sea to sea. Though bound in chains and left alone, Your spirit would not flee, Wolfe Tone, brave Wolfe Tone, You died for Irish liberty. At Bodenstown where shadows fall, The earth remembers one and all, Who gave their lives to heed the call To break the Empire’s chain. And still each year the faithful come, To whisper prayers and strike the drum, “Wolfe Tone, your work is never done,” They say your name, they say your name. Wolfe Tone, brave Wolfe Tone, The father of the free, Your blood still runs through Erin’s stones, And calls from sea to sea. Though bound in chains and left alone, Your spirit would not flee, Wolfe Tone, brave Wolfe Tone, You died for Irish liberty. Sleep well, young son of Dublin town, Your voice still stirs the Irish sea, For Ireland mourns, and vows your crown, Of love and Erin’s liberty. Sleep well, young son of Dublin town, Your voice still stirs the Irish sea, For Ireland mourns, and vows your crown, Of love and Erin’s liberty. For Ireland mourns, and vows your crown, Of love and Erin’s liberty.