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I	A
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Remember all those renowned generations	B
They left their bodies to fatten the wolves	C
They left their homesteads to fatten the foxes	D
Fled to far countries or sheltered themselves	E
In cavern crevice or hole	F
Defending Ireland's soul	F
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Be still be still what can be said	G
My father sang that song	H
But time amends old wrong	H
All that is finished let it fade	I
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Remember all those renowned generations	B
Remember all that have sunk in their blood	J
Remember all that have died on the scaffold	K
Remember all that have fled that have stood	L
Stood took death like a tune	M
On an old tambourine	N
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Be still be still what can be said	G
My father sang that song	H
But time amends old wrong	H
And all that's finished let it fade	I
	-
Fail and that history turns into rubbish	O
All that great past to a trouble of fools	P
Those that come after shall mock at O'Donnell	Q
Mock at the memory of both O'Neills	P
Mock Emmet mock Parnell	Q
All the renown that fell	R
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Be still be still what can be said	G
My father sang that song	H
but time amends old wrong	H
And all that's finished let it fade	I
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II	A
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The soldier takes pride in saluting his Captain	S
The devotee proffers a knee to his Lord	T
Some back a mare thrown from a thoroughbred	G
Troy backed its Helen Troy died and adored	T
Great nations blossom above	U
A slave bows down to a slave	V
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What marches through the mountain pass	P
No no my son not yet	W
That is an airy spot	X
And no man knows what treads the grass	P
	-
We know what rascal might has defiled	X
The lofty innocence that it has slain	Y
Were we not born in the peasant's cot	X
Where men forgive if the belly gain	Y
More dread the life that we live	Z
How can the mind forgive	A2
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What marches down the mountain pass	P
No no my son not yet	X
That is an airy spot	X
And no man knows what treads the grass	P
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What if there's nothing up there at the top	B2
Where are the captains that govern mankind	X
What tears down a tree that has nothing within it	X
A blast of the wind O a marching wind	X
March wind and any old tune	M
March march and how does it run	S
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What marches down the mountain pass	P
No no my son not yet	X
That is an airy spot	X
And no man knows what treads the grass	P
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III	A
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Grandfather sang it under the gallows	P
Hear gentlemen ladies and all mankind	X
Money is good and a girl might be better	C2
But good strong blows are delights to the mind '	-
There standing on the cart	X
He sang it from his heart	X
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Robbers had taken his old tambourine	N
But he took down the moon	M
And rattled out a tunc	H
Robbers had taken his old tambourinc	H
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A girl I had but she followed another	C2
Money I had and it went in the night	X
Strong drink I had and it brought me to sorrow	D2
But a good strong cause and blows are delight '	-
All there caught up the tune	M
Oh on my darling man '	-
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Robbers had taken his old tambourine	N
But he took down the moon	M
And rattled out a tune	M
Robbers had taken his old tambourine	N
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Money is good and a girl might be better	C2
No matter what happens and who takes the fall	E2
But a good strong cause' the rope gave a jerk there	F2
No more sang he for his throat was too small	E2
But he kicked before he died	X
He did it out of pride	X
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Robbers had taken his old tambourine	N
But he took down the moon	M
And rattled out a tune	M
Robbers had taken his old tambourine	N

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