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their graves we d keep where the fenians sleep
the bravest fell and the sullen bell rang mournfully and clear
And from the plains of royal meath, twas england bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free
To a city fair rode i there ireland s lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by no pipes did hum or no battle drum did sound its dread tattoo
had they died by pearse s side
the bravest fell and the sullen bell rang mournfully and clear
Rang out in the foggy dew, and from the plains of royal meath
Twas england bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free, in squadron passed me by no pipes did hum or no battle drum did sound its dread tattoo, and from the plains of royal meath
the angelus bell o er the liffey swell
their lonely graves are by suvla s waves on the fringe of the grey north
rang out in the foggy dew
They hung out the flag of war, who bore the fight that freedom s light might shine through the foggy dew, it was down the glen one easter morn
Their lonely graves are by suvla s waves on the fringe of the grey north, neath the hills of the foggy The, sailed in by the foggy dew
The bravest fell and the sullen bell rang mournfully and clear, twas england bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free
or fought with valera true
Had they died by pearse s side, and from the plains of royal meath Dew, or fought with valera true
sailed in by the foggy dew
And from the plains of royal meath, to a city fair rode i there ireland s lines of marching men The, had they died by pearse s side
it was down the glen one easter morn
Twas england bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free, to a city fair rode i there ireland s lines of marching men, to a city fair rode i there ireland s lines of marching men
Rang out in the foggy dew, strong men came hurrying through
the bravest fell and the sullen bell rang mournfully and clear
Right proudly high over dublin town, neath the hills of the foggy
Strong men came hurrying through, and the world did gaze in deep amaze at those fearless men and true
Twas england bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free, rang out in the foggy dew
in squadron passed me by no pipes did hum or no battle drum did sound its dread tattoo
the angelus bell o er the liffey swell
Who bore the fight that freedom s light might shine through the foggy dew, and from the plains of royal meath The, the bravest fell and the sullen bell rang mournfully and clear
Strong men came hurrying through, strong men came hurrying through, for those who died that easter tide in the springing of the year
Or fought with valera true, while brittania s sons with their long range guns Brothers, their lonely graves are by suvla s waves on the fringe of the grey north
Neath the hills of the foggy, in squadron passed me by no pipes did hum or no battle drum did sound its dread tattoo
while brittania s sons with their long range guns
to a city fair rode i there ireland s lines of marching men
The angelus bell o er the liffey swell, their graves we d keep where the fenians sleep, strong men came hurrying through
And from the plains of royal meath, it was down the glen one easter morn, while brittania s sons with their long range guns
for those who died that easter tide in the springing of the year
Their graves we d keep where the fenians sleep, they hung out the flag of war
And the world did gaze in deep amaze at those fearless men and true, sailed in by the foggy dew, sailed in by the foggy dew
Twas better to die neath an irish sky than at suvla or sud el bar, sailed in by the foggy dew, twas england bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free
who bore the fight that freedom s light might shine through the foggy dew
While brittania s sons with their long range guns, neath the hills of the foggy Brothers, 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, strong men came hurrying through
right proudly high over dublin town
Their lonely graves are by suvla s waves on the fringe of the grey north, neath the hills of the foggy
while brittania s sons with their long range guns
they hung out the flag of war
To a city fair rode i there ireland s lines of marching men, their lonely graves are by suvla s waves on the fringe of the grey north
or fought with valera true
While brittania s sons with their long range guns, the bravest fell and the sullen bell rang mournfully and clear
They hung out the flag of war, twas better to die neath an irish sky than at suvla or sud el bar
or fought with valera true
Sailed in by the foggy dew, they hung out the flag of war, the angelus bell o er the liffey swell
Twas england bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free, who bore the fight that freedom s light might shine through the foggy dew, rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high over dublin town, and the world did gaze in deep amaze at those fearless men and true
It was down the glen one easter morn, strong men came hurrying through
the angelus bell o er the liffey swell
The bravest fell and the sullen bell rang mournfully and clear, neath the hills of the foggy