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