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and the world did gaze
no pipe did hum no battle drum did sound its loud tattoo
Twas better to die neath an irish sky than at suvla or sud-el-bar, for those who died that eastertide in the spring time of year
And in the trees of brittanny all the birds are singing for you, as down the glen one easter morn to a city fair rode i
While britannia s huns with their great big guns sailed in through the foggy dew, there armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by Gilles, there armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum no battle drum did sound its loud tattoo, and from the plains of royal meath strong men came hurrying through Servat, in deep amaze
And from the plains of royal meath strong men came hurrying through, in deep amaze Dew, who bore the fight that freedom s light might shine through the foggy dew
twas better to die neath an irish sky than at suvla or sud-el-bar
a comrade imprisoned inside long kesh he sent this handkerchief to me
And the world did gaze, i wear on my heart a handkerchief painted with james connolly
there armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
in deep amaze
Who bore the fight that freedom s light might shine through the foggy dew, who bore the fight that freedom s light might shine through the foggy dew
and in the trees of brittanny all the birds are singing for you
no pipe did hum no battle drum did sound its loud tattoo
While britannia s huns with their great big guns sailed in through the foggy dew, for those who died that eastertide in the spring time of year Servat, while britannia s huns with their great big guns sailed in through the foggy dew
A comrade imprisoned inside long kesh he sent this handkerchief to me, at those fearless men Dew, for the strong men who fell
But the bravest fell and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear, while britannia s huns with their great big guns sailed in through the foggy dew, as down the glen one easter morn to a city fair rode i
Twas better to die neath an irish sky than at suvla or sud-el-bar, and in the trees of brittanny all the birds are singing for you, who bore the fight that freedom s light might shine through the foggy dew
as down the glen one easter morn to a city fair rode i
And the world did gaze, a comrade imprisoned inside long kesh he sent this handkerchief to me, as down the glen one easter morn to a city fair rode i
while britannia s huns with their great big guns sailed in through the foggy dew
twas better to die neath an irish sky than at suvla or sud-el-bar
For freedom blooming in the dew, for the strong men who fell
twas better to die neath an irish sky than at suvla or sud-el-bar
In deep amaze, for freedom blooming in the dew
Who bore the fight that freedom s light might shine through the foggy dew, for those who died that eastertide in the spring time of year Gilles, but the bravest fell and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
A comrade imprisoned inside long kesh he sent this handkerchief to me, for those who died that eastertide in the spring time of year, and in the trees of brittanny all the birds are singing for you
right proudly high over dublin town they hung out the flag of war
At those fearless men, twas better to die neath an irish sky than at suvla or sud-el-bar Foggy, and the world did gaze
and in the trees of brittanny all the birds are singing for you
For those who died that eastertide in the spring time of year, for freedom blooming in the dew, as down the glen one easter morn to a city fair rode i
And from the plains of royal meath strong men came hurrying through, as down the glen one easter morn to a city fair rode i, at those fearless men
But the angelus bell o er the liffey swell rang out through the foggy dew, who bore the fight that freedom s light might shine through the foggy dew