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September 1913

 (lyrics)
  Artist: William Butler Yeats
  Written by Yeats during the Dublin Lockout of 1913-14.

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This song has been played 7 times as full song or snippet.


This song has been played at the following 2 shows:

Various Dates
• 1989-04-30 - Dublin, Ireland - Abbey Theatre
• 2003-12-04 - Washington, District of Columbia - Library of Congress

This song has been snippeted at the following 5 shows:

ZOO TV Tour
• 1992-05-31 - London, England - Earl's Court Arena (21 songs)
• 1992-06-01 - Birmingham, England - NEC Arena (22 songs)
• 1992-06-04 - Dortmund, Germany - Westfalenhalle (22 songs)
• 1992-06-13 - Kiel, Germany - Ostseehalle (21 songs)
• 1992-06-17 - Sheffield, England - Indoor Sports Arena (22 songs)

All in all, we've found 1 different song(s) with September 1913 as snippet:

Love Is Blindness



September 1913 lyrics

What need you, being come to sense,
But fumble in a greasy till
And add the halfpence to the pence
And prayer to shivering prayer, until
You have dried the marrow from the bone;
For men were born to pray and save;
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.

Yet they were of a different kind,
The names that stilled your childish play,
They have gone about the world like wind,
But little time had they to pray
For whom the hangman's rope was spun,
And what, God help us, could they save?
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.

Was it for this the wild geese spread
The grey wing upon every tide;
For this that all that blood was shed,
For this Edward Fitzgerald died,
And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone,
All that delirium of the brave?
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
It's with O'Leary in the grave.

Yet could we turn the years again,
And call those exiles as they were
In all their loneliness and pain,
You'd cry `Some woman's yellow hair
Has maddened every mother's son':
They weighed so lightly what they gave.
But let them be, they're dead and gone,
They're with O'Leary in the grave.

Written by Yeats during the Dublin Lockout of 1913-14.