Death and the Fairies
Before I joined the Army
—I lived in Donegal,
Where every night the Fairies
—Would hold their carnival.
But now I'm out in Flanders,
—Where men like wheat-ears fall,
And it's Death and not the Fairies
—Who is holding carnival.
—I lived in Donegal,
Where every night the Fairies
—Would hold their carnival.
But now I'm out in Flanders,
—Where men like wheat-ears fall,
And it's Death and not the Fairies
—Who is holding carnival.
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