Last night as I lay dreamingnMy way across the seanJames Mangan brought me comfortnWith laudnum and poitinnHe flew me back to DublinnIn 1819nTo a public executionnBeing held on Stephen's GreennThe young man on the platformnHeld his head up and he did singnThen he whispered hard into my earnAs he handed me this ringnnIf you miss me on the harbournFor the boat, it leaves at threenTake this snake with eyes of garnetnMy mother gave to me!nnThis snake cannot be capturednThis snake cannot be tiednThis snake cannot be tortured, ornHung or crucifiednnIt came down through the agesnIt belongs to you and menSo pass it on and pass it onn'Till all mankind is freennIf you miss me on the harbournFor the boat, it leaves at threenTake this snake with eyes of garnetnMy mother gave to mennHe swung, his face went purplenA roar came from the crowdnBut Mangan laughed and pushed menAnd we got back on the cloudnHe dropped me off in LondonnBack in this dying landnBut my eyes were filled with wondernAt the ring still in my handnnIf you miss me on the harbournFor the boat, it leaves at threenTake this snake with eyes of garnetnMy mother gave to me!nnAnd if you miss me on the harbournFor the boat, it leaves at threenTake this snake with eyes of garnetnMy mother gave to me!