Tommy Byrne Wolfe Tones singing Bodenstown Churchyard. from their 1974 album Till Ireland A Nation. In Bodenstown churchyard there is a green grave, And wildly around it the winter winds rave; Small shelter I ween are the ruined walls there When the storm sweeps down on the plains of Kildare. Once I stood on that spot it lies over Wolfe Tone And thought how he perished in prison alone, His friends unavenged and his country unfree "Oh, bitter," I said, "is the patriots meed. "For in him the heart of a woman combined With heroic spirit and a governing mind A martyr for Ireland, his grave has no stone His name seldom named, and his virtues unknown." I was woke from my dream by the voices and tread Of a band who came into the home of the dead; They carried no cross, and they carried no stone, And they stopped when they came to the grave of Wolfe Tone. My heart overflowed, and I clasped his old hand, And I blessed him, and blessed every one of his band: "Sweet, sweet tis to find that such faith can remain To the cause and the man so long vanquished and slain." In Bodenstown churchyard there is a green grave, And freely around it let winter winds rave Far better they suit him the ruin and gloom Till Ireland, a nation, can build him a tomb.
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