To Be A Proud Irish Man Poem by Ros Venn

This is our land, our fields of green, our blood, our tears
Our ancestors have been here for over 10,000 years,

Before Egyptians built the pyramids, we built Newgrange,
We survived wave after wave of invasion from lands of strange,

To be Irish is to have it in your blood and your veins,
A lineage of proud Irish ancestors is what remains,

We had our own language, we had our own laws,
Where is that now, where is what should be ours,

Instead we follow laws under the European hand,
Where are the proud Irish people who own the land?