Fiddlers Green - Irish Airman lyrics

rate me

I know that I shall meet my fate

Somewhere among the

clouds above:

Those that I fight I do not hate

Those that I guard not love;

My country is Kiltartan Cross

My countrymen Kiltartan's poor

No likely end could bring them loss

Or leave them happier than before.

Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,

Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,

A lonely impulse of delight

Drove to this tumult in the clouds

I balanced all, brought all to mind

The years to come seemed waste of breath

A waste of breath the years behind

In balance with this life, this death