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.
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- Comment from author about the poem: The poem was written on the 100th anniversary of Seosamh's death. The man was a relative of mine,on my late Mother's side. His life is pure inspiration to me.
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You are referring to Joseph Mary Plunkett,Irish Nationalist Revolutionary. A poet and writer, he was a signatory to the Proclamation of the Republic. Active during the Easter 1916 rising, he was one of fourteen leaders of the uprising to be court-martialed and executed by firing squad in Kilmainham Jail. 7 hours before his execution,he married Grace ( hence the song you are singing).
Thank you for sharing with us this part of Irish History,but why are you wearing an Aberdeen T-shirt?!
Are you IN or are you OUT?
Dia duit Lysistrata. I'm wearing an Edinburgh Rugby shirt that was given to me by a friend (Aberdeen Financial Services were their sponsors that year). Am I in or Out? In terms of Brexit,like the vast majority in Scotland I voted to remain. (I hope that answers your question). And yes,Seosamh was the youngest of the signatories,and fought alongside his Brother Seoirse,who was also initially sentenced to be shot,and also their younger brother Seumas (Jack).
amazing poem
Go raibh mile maith agat/thank you.
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