Daniel McDonagh Poems
Bobby Sands - H-Block Martyr
The sky was black with grief & anger,
The rain, it fell with the strength of steel,
Ireland wept for a fallen son
As his soul & spirit was delivered to freedom.
The legends of Ireland mourned as one
As the strength was taken from Bobby Sands,
Cuchulainn's spirit awoke the fighting souls
Who saw a hero perish within a British jail.
The ghost of Ireland’s heroes
they walk again once more,
the battlecry has been raised
to rid the British from Ireland’s shores.
Freedom's bird hid within her nest
As Bobby Sands was laid to rest, ...
I Am A Celtic Man
For Celtic and for Ireland
We travel from afar,
Cheering on the bhoys in green
From every Celtic pub and bar.
From the old home of Glasgow,
New York, Belfast and Dublin,
From the supporters clubs around Toronto,
From Ottawa, Montreal and Boston.