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| Put On Your Sword by � moon_grace Oh hear the wind rushed mountain air And see within the cast of clouds that hide the brave lads there, who mourn sweet Erin's past... A stone to sharpen sword, my love Put on your dirk tonight Tis my heart weeps as you go nigh But Erin stands to fight The fog swirls thick as moonlight shows eery through the scene Of Erin's lads all circled round. They wear their father's green. A stone to sharpen sword, my love Put on your dirk tonight Tis my heart weeps as you go nigh But Erin stands to fight Oh hear the drum beat soft and lo Oh hear the whistles' dirg Oh hear the pipes play soft and moan The cry of Erin's purge A stone to sharpen sword, my love Put on your dirk tonight Tis my heart weeps as you go nigh But Erin stands to fight To pierce the dark with sword of light Lads reaching out their hand Across to Death's firm grip embrace To see faire Erin stands. A stone to sharpen sword, my love Put on your dirk tonight Tis my heart weeps as you go nigh But Erin stands to fight Tis Erin's blood we buried here Her colors we have hid Stand fast my lad, my love, my life As Erin's cries you bid A stone to sharpen sword, my love Put on your dirk tonight Tis my heart weeps as you go nigh But Erin stands to fight ~~~Erin go Braugh--moon_grace~~~ |
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