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Verse 1
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In Bowden's town churchyard
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there is a green grave
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And wildly around it
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the wintry winds rave
Small shelter I ween,
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are the ruined walls there
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When the storm sweeps
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over the plains of Kildare
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Once I lay on the sod,
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it lies over wolf -torn,
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And I thought how he per
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ished in prison alone,
His friends unavenged
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and his country unfreed
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Oh, bitter, I thought,
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is the Patriot's mead
Then an old man who saw
he was mourning there
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Said we come far to weep
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where Wolf Tone is laid
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We are going to build him a monument to
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A plain one,
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yet fit for the simple an d true
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My heart overflowed and I
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clasped his old hand
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I blessed him and I blessed
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everyone in his band
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How sweet it is to see
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that such faith can remain
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To the cause of the man
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so long vanquished and slain
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In Bowdoin's town churchyard
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There is a green grave
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And wildly around it
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Let the wintry winds rave
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Far better they suit him,
Darwin and Midloon,
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Until Ireland a nation
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might build him too.
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