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Burke's Dream Sadly but slowly one night in November I laid down my weary head for to repose On my pillow of straw which I long shall remember I been weary for sleep, I fell into a doze. I been tired from working hard down in the foreign prison yard Night brought relief to my sad heart's should free I been locked in my prison cell, surely an earthly hell I then fell asleep and commenced for to dream I dreamed I was sitting on a green hill of Erin With no hesitating and victory won, Surrounded by comrades, no enemies fearing, But then was the cry, "Every man to his gun" It's on came the section then; dread not, ye Fenian men; Soon they fell back from their pike's volunteers I dreamed that I saw our brave noble commander Was mounted on steed and his guard did surrear He was brave-trimmed with gold and his bright shining chevrons 'Twas all dint with sunbeams of freedom that day Slam bang, the cannons slew, lines they were all cut through Men on both sides lay dying and dead The green flag went waving high that day beneath the battle sky Everyone there did sing out gloriously Every man, boy was on oath bound to die that day or stand their ground And all from our vengeance the proud Briton fled. Slam bang, the cannons slew, lines they were all cut through Men on both sides lay dying and lay dead Jump out of your prison bearth, for Irishmen have done their work God he is with us and old Eryin is free. I dreamed I was sleeping the night beams around me Whilst pitching their lights upon that bloody plain When friends that I once knew in soft sleep reposing Lay dead and in their gore. Shall I e'er see them again? With joy then I hastened back over the mountain track My mother she fainted and gave a loud scream Surely when I awoke just as the daylight broke And found I was in exile and all but a dream DT #813 Laws J16 From Green leaf, Ballads and Songs of Newfoundland words from James Conway and tune from Patrick Lewis, Fleur de Lys, 1929 SOF oct96
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