We always seemed to be singing at my schools. DH insists that every time a folk or traditional song is on the radio, I say “we did this at school”
The class learned Avenging and Bright one year, which we all absolutely loved, singing with great menace, as it is about wreaking revenge and has plenty of blood in it.
The same year, we went on a school trip to Dover Castle and we were walking in a crocodile through the dark dungeons. We spontaneously broke out into song. I'll never forget it, echoing through the gloom:
Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin
On him who the brave sons of Usna betrayed! --
For every fond eye he hath waken'd a tear in,
A drop from his heart-wounds shall weep o'er her blade.
By the red cloud which hung over Conor's dark dwelling,
When Ulad's three champions lay sleeping in gore --
By the billows of war, which so often, high swelling,
Have wafted these heroes to victory's shore --
We swear to avenge them! -- no joy shall be tasted,
The harp shall be silent, the maiden unwed,
Our halls shall be mute, and our fields shall lie wasted,
Till vengeance be wreak'd on the murderer's head.
Yes, monarch! though sweet are our home recollections,
Though sweet are the tears that from tenderness fall;
Though sweet are our friendships, our hopes, our affections,
Revenge on a tyrant is sweetest of all!