Turning the pages of history as I bestow a look
Back to the annals, I read from this old book
When Ireland suffered harshly from famine so cruel
When Ireland was under military Britannia rule
In 1798 they fought hard and they endure their faith
They use the old pike and they carried it up great
At Vinegar Hill and at the notorious Three bullet Gate
The fight was for that liberty but it came far too late
There ware many a book written of history so sad
They told of the triumphs of the good and the bad
From Musgrave, Maxwell, Gordon, Teeling, and Hay
George Taylor, Alexander and many more so they say
It is that the pen is far mightier than a sword in its run?
Some prefer another form of weapons, for instance, the gun
The word down on paper on record to read at one's leisure
Each historian add to the wealth of knowledge a tressure
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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