Na, na na na
Na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
Silenced by death in the grave
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William Butler Yeats couldn't save
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Why did you stand here
Were you sickened in time?
But I know by now
Why did you sit here, ah
In the grave, in the grave
In the grave, in the grave?
Why should I blame her
That she filled my days with misery
Or that she would of late have taught
To ignorant men most violent
Ways or hurled the little streets upon the great
Had they but courage equal to desire
Sad that Maud Gonne couldn't stay
Da da da da
But she had Mac Bride anyway
And you sit here with me
On the Isle Inisfree
And you're writting down everything
But I know by now
Why did you sit here, ah
In the grave, in the grave
In the grave, in the grave?
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La da da da
La da da da da da da da da
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La da da da da da da da da
William Butler
William Butler
William Butler
William Butler
Why should I blame her
Had they the courage equal to desire
William Butler
William Butler
William Butler