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no pipe did hum nor battle drum did sound it s dread tatoo
Had they died by pearse s side or fought with cathal brugha, had they died by pearse s side or fought with cathal brugha, in deep amaze
Twas better to die neath an irish sky than at sulva or sud el bar, no pipe did hum nor battle drum did sound it s dread tatoo, and the world did gaze
for i parted then with valiant men whom i never shall see more
and the world did gaze
Twas britannia bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free, twas better to die neath an irish sky than at sulva or sud el bar
For slavery fled, but the bravest fell, for slavery fled
Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep neath the shroud of the foggy, but to and fro in my dreams i go and i d kneel and pray for you Dew, twas britannia bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free
at those fearless men
Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep neath the shroud of the foggy, twas better to die neath an irish sky than at sulva or sud el bar
For slavery fled, back through the glen i rode again and my heart with grief was sore Dew, but the bravest fell
No pipe did hum nor battle drum did sound it s dread tatoo, but the angelus bell o er the liffey swell rang out through the foggy dew, their names we will keep where the fenians sleep neath the shroud of the foggy
And from the plains of royal meath strong men came hurrying through, in deep amaze
For slavery fled, while britannia s huns The, twas better to die neath an irish sky than at sulva or sud el bar
But the bravest fell, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy
Right proudly high over dublin town they hung out the flag of war, o glorious dead
And the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear, as down the glen one easter morn to a city fair rode i
for those who died that eastertide in the springing of the year
and from the plains of royal meath strong men came hurrying through
Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep neath the shroud of the foggy, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy, but the bravest fell
but to and fro in my dreams i go and i d kneel and pray for you
For those who died that eastertide in the springing of the year, but their lonely graves are by sulva s waves or the shore of the great north sea
Right proudly high over dublin town they hung out the flag of war, twas better to die neath an irish sky than at sulva or sud el bar Dew, for those who died that eastertide in the springing of the year
while britannia s huns
But the bravest fell, for those who died that eastertide in the springing of the year
there armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
Had they died by pearse s side or fought with cathal brugha, right proudly high over dublin town they hung out the flag of war
and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
O glorious dead, for slavery fled, who bore the fight that freedom s light might shine through the foggy dew
Right proudly high over dublin town they hung out the flag of war, o glorious dead
But their lonely graves are by sulva s waves or the shore of the great north sea, for those who died that eastertide in the springing of the year
Twas better to die neath an irish sky than at sulva or sud el bar, while britannia s huns
Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep neath the shroud of the foggy, while britannia s huns
There armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by, and from the plains of royal meath strong men came hurrying through, no pipe did hum nor battle drum did sound it s dread tatoo
for slavery fled
but the bravest fell