Grave Of Wolfe Tone-Declan Hunt

[ti:Grave Of Wolfe Tone] [ar:Declan Hunt] [al:Rebel Songs Of 1798 Rising] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.91]In Bodenstown churchyard there is a green grave [00:06.77] [00:07.75]And wildly around it the winter winds rave; [00:12.80] [00:13.65]Small shelter I ween are the ruined walls there [00:20.74]When the storm sweeps down on the plains of Kildare [00:26.77] [00:28.14]Once I lay on that sod it lies over Wolfe Tone [00:33.78] [00:34.89]And thought how he perished in prison alone [00:39.60] [00:40.67]His friends unavenged and his country unfreed [00:46.83]"Oh bitter " I said "is the patriots meed [00:51.28] [00:53.61]"For in him the heart of a woman combined [01:00.26]With heroic spirit and a governing mind [01:06.02] [01:06.77]A martyr for Ireland his grave has no stone [01:13.01] [01:13.63]His name sheldom named and his virtues unknown " [01:19.52] [01:22.09]I was woke from my dream by the voices and tread [01:28.28] [01:29.09]Of a band who came into the home of the dead; [01:35.76]They carried no corpse and they carried no stone [01:41.49] [01:42.33]And they stopped when they came to the grave of Wolfe [01:48.49]Tone [01:49.46] [01:50.57]There were students and peasants the wise and the [01:55.64]Brave [01:56.55] [01:57.15]And an old man who knew him from cradle to grave [02:02.80] [02:03.65]And children who thought me hard-hearted for they [02:10.00]On that sanctified sod were forbidden to play [02:16.23] [02:18.29]But the old man who saw I was mourning there said: [02:23.52] [02:24.51]"We come sir to weep where young Wolfe Tone is laid [02:30.06] [02:31.22]And we're going to raise him a monument too [02:36.61] [02:37.49]A plain one yet fit for the loyal and true " [02:42.96] [02:45.35]My heart overflowed and I clasped his old hand [02:50.77] [02:51.44]And I blessed him and blessed every one of his band: [02:57.19] [02:57.97]"Sweet sweet tis to find that such faith can remain [03:03.67] [03:04.32]In the cause and the man so long vanquished and slain " [03:10.18] [03:12.56]In Bodenstown churchyard there is a green grave [03:18.58] [03:19.66]And freely around it let winter winds rave [03:24.77] [03:26.12]Far better they suit him the ruin and gloom [03:31.68] [03:32.97]Till Ireland a nation can build him a tomb