Sinead O’Conner and The Chieftans version of hte events of 98 years ago

'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might be free 
But their lonely graves are by Sulva’s waves or the shore of the Great North Sea 
Oh, had they died by Pearse’s side or fought with Cathal Brugha 
Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep ‘neath the shroud of the foggy dew