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Down Erin's Lovely Lee

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Down Erin's Lovely Lee Irish = 100 8 6 On March the sixth in sixty three we sailed from Queenstown Quay A gallant band of Fenian men bound for Amerikay While journeying with that gallant band, as you may plainly see We were forced to go from sweet Cloghroe down Erin's lovely Lee For six long months we ploughed the sea, from Queenstown Quay in Cork Just like an arrow through the sky till we landed in New York Them Yankee boys with stars and stripes came flocking down to see That gallant band of Fenian men from Erin's lovely Lee Then one of them stepped up to me and he asked me did I know The hills of Tipperary or the Glen of Aherlow Or could I tell where Crowley fell, his native land to free And the tower that Captain Mackey sacked, down Erin's lovely Lee He also asked me did I know where Wolfe Tone's body lay Or could I tell the resting place of Emmet's sacred clay What did I know of Michael Dwyer, the Wicklow mountain lion And the three Manchester martyrs - Allen, Larkin and O'Brien Yes I can tell where Crowley fell, 'twas in Kilclooney Wood And the tower that Captain Mackey sacked, 'twas by his side I stood When he gave the word, we raised the sword and made the tyrant frown And we raised the green flag o'er our heads, the harp without the crown When I was leaving Ireland, I passed through sweet Kildare And if I do not now mistake, Wolfe Tone is buried there In coming down through Dublin Town, we passed Glasnevin too And its there young Robert Emmet lies, a patriot loyal and true But now I'm tired of roving and the seas I will cross o'er To feel the clasp of honest hands when I return once more When I go home to sweet Cloghroe the boys will welcome me And we'll help to float a Fenian boat, down Erin's lovely Lee. www.abcnotation.com/tunes

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