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- THREE MARCHING SONGS
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- REMEMBER all those renowned generations,
- They left their bodies to fatten the wolves,
- They left their homesteads to fatten the foxes,
- Fled to far countries, or sheltered themselves
- In cavern, crevice, or hole,
- Defending Ireland's soul.
- i{Be still, be still, what can be said?
- My father sang that song,
- But time amends old wrong,
- All that is finished, let it fade.}
- Remember all those renowned generations,
- Remember all that have sunk in their blood,
- Remember all that have died on the scaffold,
- Remember all that have fled, that have stood,
- Stood, took death like a tune
- On an old,tambourine.
- i{Be still, be still, what can be said?
- My father sang that song,
- But time amends old wrong,
- And all that's finished, let it fade.}
- Fail, and that history turns into rubbish,
- All that great past to a trouble of fools;
- Those that come after shall mock at O'Donnell,
- Mock at the memory of both O'Neills,
- Mock Emmet, mock Parnell,
- All the renown that fell.
- i{Be still, be still, what can be said?
- My father sang that song,
- but time amends old wrong,
- And all that's finished, let it fade.}
- The soldier takes pride in saluting his Captain,
- The devotee proffers a knee to his Lord,
- Some back a mare thrown from a thoroughbred,,
- Troy backed its Helen; Troy died and adored;
- Great nations blossom above;
- A slave bows down to a slave.
- i{What marches through the mountain pass?
- No, no, my son, not yet;
- That is an airy spot,
- And no man knows what treads the grass.}
- We know what rascal might has defiled,
- The lofty innocence that it has slain,
- Were we not born in the peasant's cot
- Where men forgive if the belly gain?
- More dread the life that we live,
- How can the mind forgive?
- i{What marches down the mountain pass?
- No, no, my son, not yet;
- That is an airy spot,
- And no man knows what treads the grass.}
- What if there's nothing up there at the top?
- Where are the captains that govern mankind?
- What tears down a tree that has nothing within it?
- A blast of the wind, O a marching wind,
- March wind, and any old tune.
- March, march, and how does it run?
- i{What marches down the mountain pass?
- No, no, my son, not yet;}
- i{That is an airy spot,
- And no man knows what treads the grass.}
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- III
- Grandfather sang it under the gallows:
- "Hear, gentlemen, ladies, and all mankind:
- Money is good and a girl might be better,
- But good strong blows are delights to the mind.'
- There, standing on the cart,
- He sang it from his heart.
- <1Robbers had taken his old tambourine,
- But he took down the moon
- And rattled out a tunc;
- Robbers had taken his old tambourinc.>1
- "A girl I had, but she followed another,
- Money I had, and it went in the night,
- Strong drink I had, and it brought me to sorrow,
- But a good strong cause and blows are delight.'
- All there caught up the tune:
- "Oh, on, my darling man.'
- <1Robbers had taken his old tambourine,
- But he took down the moon
- And rattled out a tune;>1
- i{Robbers had taken his old tambourine.}
- "Money is good and a girl might be better,
- No matter what happens and who takes the fall,
- But a good strong cause' -- the rope gave a jerk there,
- No more sang he, for his throat was too small;
- But he kicked before he died,
- He did it out of pride.
- <1Robbers had taken his old tambourine,
- But he took down the moon
- And rattled out a tune;
- Robbers had taken his old tambourine.>1
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