Текст песни Wolfe Tone - Cruachan
Born
in
occupied
Dublin
town,
as
the
sun
shone
down
on
tyranny,
Wolfe
Tone
grew
up
a
privileged
man,
receiving
a
Trinity
college
degree.
He
despaired
for
his
fellow
countrymen
under
the
rule
of
the
British
crown.
When
they
rose
up
to
claim
their
land,
the
British
always
beat
them
down.
The
society
of
(united)
Irishmen
he
founded
in
1791.
They
called
for
freedom
from
the
crown.
They
wanted
justice
to
be
done.
Outlawed
they
were
for
their
noble
views.
Wolfe
Tone
was
exiled
from
his
land.
All
talk
of
freedom
and
liberty
was
forbidden
and
completely
banned.
He
fought
the
fight
he
knew
was
right.
For
liberty
he
would
give
his
life.
His
cause
was
just,
his
reasons
fair:
To
free
poor
Eireann
from
despair.
In
Paris
he
got
the
support
he
craved:
troops
and
supplies
to
aid
his
fight!
The
French
would
help
the
Irish
cause;
the
flame
of
hope
was
burning
bright.
But
not
for
long
I'm
sad
to
say,
the
British
knew
both
where
and
when.
Their
spies
had
told
them
all
and
more;
this
rebellion
failed
again!
Peasants
armed
with
farming
tools,
filled
with
honour,
strength
and
pride,
Faced
the
might
of
British
steel.
Thirty
thousand
Irish
died.
Wolfe
Tone
was
captured.
He
cut
his
throat;
he
used
his
own
kitchen
knife.
"After
such
heroic
a
sacrifice,
it
is
no
great
effort
to
add
my
life."
He
fought
the
fight
he
knew
was
right.
For
liberty
he
would
give
his
life.
His
cause
was
just,
his
reasons
fair:
To
free
poor
Eireann
from
despair
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