Daniel McDonagh Poems
|162.||An Irish Colleen Was Dressed In Green||10/18/2006|
|163.||An Irish Son||8/29/2006|
|164.||Wearing Of The Green||8/17/2006|
|166.||Between The Stars||10/6/2006|
|167.||Bobby Sands - H-Block Martyr||8/17/2006|
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, ...
It's from the Irish famine ships
As the waves beat upon wooden decks,
Our ancestors left old Ireland's shores
To start a new life on the streets of Glasgow.
It's from Brother Walfrid's charity
To feed poor Catholic families,
To create a Celtic identity
To rid the evil hand of poverty.