Bodenstown Churchyard

In Bodenstown churchyard there is a green grave, 
And wildly around it the winter winds rave; 
Small shelter I ween are the ruined walls there 
When the storm sweeps down on the plains of Kildare. 
Once I lay on that sod it lies over Wolfe Tone
And thought how he perished in prison alone, 
His friends unavenged and his country unfreed