Strolling Through the Green Fields

Words: Conn MacNeill
Music: Gallant Forty-Twa
Source: As We March Singing Off to War
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Strolling through the green fields,
On a sunny day.
Smiling at the gentle folk
Beneath their banners gay.
We're bold and fierce and merry
There's no foeman that we fear,
For we march beneath the Falcon
O'er bonny Calontir

We journeyed far to Pennsic War
With bold King William's band.
For neither East or Middle Realm
We'd fight and make our stand.
In council bold O'Connor's words
Brought shouts and ringing cheers,
For we stood in grim array and shouted
Eislinn's name that year.

Strolling through the green fields,
On a sunny day.
Smiling at the gentle folk
Beneath their banners gay.
We're bold and fierce and merry
There's no foeman that we fear,
For we march beneath the Falcon
O'er bonny Calontir

For the verdent western hills
We left the snows of Calontir.
With AEthelred and Duke Armand
We'd face the Aten spears
Though blinding dust did swirl around,
And sore beset were we,
With King Valens we stood fast and smote down
All that we could see.

Strolling through the green fields,
On a sunny day.
Smiling at the gentle folk
Beneath their banners gay.
We're bold and fierce and merry
There's no foeman that we fear,
For we march beneath the Falcon
O'er bonny Calontir

I've heard it said in Calontir
That we've no enemies.
It's honor that we're fighting for
As we take the field with ye.
Another war draws nigh and so
We heed the battle's call.
In the thickest of the fray you'll see us
Smiling o'er the wall.

Strolling through the green fields,
On a sunny day.
Smiling at the gentle folk
Beneath their banners gay.
We're bold and fierce and merry
There's no foeman that we fear,
For we march beneath the Falcon
O'er bonny Calontir

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