| The tribune’s tongue and poet’s pen
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| May sow the seed in prostrate men
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| For it is a soldier’s sword alone
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| Can reap the crops so bravely sown
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| No more I’ll sing
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| No more I’ll pine
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| But train my soul to lead a line
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| A soldier’s life is the life for me
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| A soldier’s death can Ireland’s free
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| No foe would fear your thunder words
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| If it were not for your lightning source
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| If tyrants yield while millions pray
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| 'Tis less they link in war’s array
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| Nor peace itself is safe but when
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| The sword is yielded by fighting men
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| A soldier’s life is the life for me
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| A soldier’s death can Ireland free
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| The rifle brown and sabre bright
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| Can freely speak and nobly write
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| What prophet taught to grieve so well
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| As Hofer, Breen, Bruce and Tell?
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| God guard the creed those heroes taught
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| That blood-fought freedom is cheaply bought
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| A soldier’s life is the life for me
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| A soldier’s death can Ireland free
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| Yet it is not strength and it is not steel
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| Alone can make the English reel
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| But wisdom working day by day
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| 'Til comes a time for passion’s sway
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| The patient din and powder shot
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| Can knock an empire like a rock
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| A soldier’s life is the life for me
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| A soldier’s death can Ireland free
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| A soldier’s life is the life for me
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| A soldier’s death can Ireland free |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Soldier's Wife , by - The Wolfe Tones. Song from the album Till Ireland a Nation, in the genre Кельтская музыка