Vikings du Pilat

As down the glen one Easter morn
To a mountain fair rode I,
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its loud tattoo
But the Tyr' bells o'er the Pilat swells
Rang out in the foggy dew.

Right proudly high in Graix town
Hung they out a flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Pilat sky
Than at St-Etienne or saint genest lerpt.
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through;
While Saxons' Huns with their long-range guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew.

The bravest fell, and the Snow bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Easter-tide
In the springing of the year.
While the world did gaze with deep amaze
At those fearless men but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew.

And back through the glen I rode again
And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men
Whom I never shall see more
But to and fro
In my dreams I go
And I hold my sword up for you
For slavery fled
Oh, glorious dead
When you fell in the foggy dew

Sinead O'Connor (Pilat's Vikings cover)

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