Though we\'ve never met,
The blood you shed,
Has led me to your door.
You\'ve never seen,
The tears I\'ve wept,
Nor seen this wound so sore.
Your face,so lost,my Mother\'s kin,
Not alien to me,
More alien,these tongues I hear,
Across the Irish Sea.
The choice you made,
Long years ago,
I cannot understand,
From death bed,
To the G.P.O
To die for dear Ireland,
To hear men lie,
And not deny,
Your reason or your part,
Takes courage that ,
I\'ve yet to find,
Within my aching heart.
Your love you wed,
And then did kiss,
While ten men stood on guard.
And then at dawn,
You stood again,
Within Kilmainham\'s yard,
The bullets flew,
And England slew,
A man I cannot be,
A man apart,
But in my heart,
That man will ever be.