Irish Airman - Fiddler's Green

I know that I shall meet my fate

Somewhere among the clouds above

Those that I fight I do not hate

Those that I guard not love

My country is Kiltartan Cross

My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor

No likely end could bring them loss

Or leave them happier than before

Nor law, nor duty bade me fight

Nor public men, nor cheering crowds

A lonely impulse of delight

Drove to this tumult in the clouds

I balanced all, brought all to mind

The years to come seemed waste of breath

A waste of breath the years behind

In balance with this life, this death