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the davitts - bodenstown churchyard كلمات أغنية

in bodenstown churchyard there lies a green grave
and wildly around it the winter winds rave;
small shelter i ween are the ruined walls there
when the storm clouds roll in from the plains of kildare

once i lay on that sod that lies over wolfe tone
and thought how he perished in prison alone
his friends unavenged and his country unfree
“oh, bitter,” i weep, “is the patriot’s mead”

for in him the heart of a woman combined
with a heroic light and a governing mind
a martyr for ireland, his grave has no stone
his name seldom mentioned, his virtues unknown

in bodenstown churchyard, there lies a green grave
and wily around it, let winter winds rave
far better they suit him, the ruin and gloom
’till ireland, a nation, can build him a tomb

- the davitts

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