Monday, May 14, 2012

Enniskillen by Bob Atkinson

"........FARE THEE WELL ENNISKILLEN....."  Irish Folk Song, author unk.

".......A beautiful damsel of fame and renown
A gentleman's daughter from Monaghan town
As she drove through the barracks this beautiful maid
Stood up in her coach to see dragoons on parade
Chorus:
Fare ye well, Enniskillen, I must leave you for a while
And all thy fair waters and Erin's green isle
And when the wars are over, I'll return in full bloom
And they'll all welcome home their Enniskillen dragoons
They were all dressed up the like of gentleman's sons
With their bright shining rapiers and carbine guns
Their bayonets fornemst them, oh she saw them full soon
Just because that she loved an Enniskillen dragoon
She looked to the bright sons of Mars on the right
Their armor outshining the stars of the night
"Oh Willie, dearest Willie, you have 'listed full soon
In the royal, loyal Enniskillen dragoons"
"Oh Flora, dearest Flora, your pardon I crave
Both now and forever, you know I am your slave
But your parents they have slighted me, morning, night, and noon
Just because that you loved your Enniskillen dragoon"
"Oh Willie, dearest Willie, head not what they say
For children their parents must always obey
And when you've left Ireland, they'll soon change their tune
Sayin' 'The good Lord be wi' ye, Enniskillen dragoon'..........."




Enniskillen by Bob Atkinson

 
down deep is the soldier's way
we fight as always for our pay
but pay isn't that which gives
us pride in who we are


oh, lovely Enniskillen
we've marched for you a while
given you grand folk songs
you can teach your child


we drove into battle wild
some with sabre, some with lance
never giving quarter, never stepping back

always looking for the time
when we would end our lives
wildly charging forces strong
formations of the other side

oh, we fought against Napoleon
his best we breasted bravely
gave his ranks some hell with fire
then died with smiling faces

bugle talked of recall
back to older lines
but then we continued on to prize
and broke his solid files

eagle captured heretofore
not an easy task be done
but when the Irish fight in line
battle's wild and forward run


we drove into battle heartily
some with sabre, some with lance
never giving quarter, never stepping back

always looking for the time
when we would end our lives
wildly charging forces of the other side

lived the soldier's way of life
our hearts be filled with pride
trampled all fears we've seen
and caught the devil's bargain
sometimes with our lives

toughened up our bodies for
to toughen up our minds
fighting where and when we could
loved to see our banners fly

we drove into battle wild
some with sabre, some with lance
never giving quarter, never stepping back

always looking for the time
when we would end our lives
wildly charging forces of the other side

yes, we're from Enniskillen
tradition carried on for brothers gone
believe in our love of home
singing old fighting songs


seeds of tomorrow's young
birth of those adventure bound
filled with lovely fighting nerve
hardened on the battle ground

we drove into battle wild 
some with sabre, some with lance
never giving quarter, never stepping back

always looking for the time
when we would end our lives
wildly charging forces of the other side

shown our heritage be strong
by adding to the Celtic lore
of fighting men and the women
who welcome their men back home

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