Dermot O'Brien - The Men of Roscommon | Текст песни

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• Dermot O'Brien
• The Men of Roscommon

Bring me a man whose voice proudly raises
Tales and the glories that only you knew.
Where are the songs that ring with your praises?
Lovely Roscommon will sing them anew.

Every Roscommon man,
Think of your ancient clan.
Gather around us to sing thy name.
Shout; let old Erin hear
Proudly that they might hear
Men of Roscommon are marching again.

While though at Croghan the mayflower is blooming,
There long ago was the palace of Maeve.
High on the mound where the foeman was looming
Stood men of 'common so loyal and brave.

Shouting their battle cry,
Willing to fight or die,
Forward to victory down to the plains.
Joy with them as they go,
So that the world may know
Men of Roscommon are marching again.

Farnbeg and Roosky, Boyle and Dundonnell,
Strokestown and Frenchpark, Elphin, Castlerea,
Tell them at old Ballyclare on the Shannon
Men of Roscommon are gathering today.

Raise up the standards high.
Wave banners to the sky.
Follow them onward through sunshine and rain.
And with a mighty roar,
Let Erin know once more
Men of Roscommon are marching again.


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