Eamon De Valera, Michael Collins and others ;)

Alaltaieri am vizionat filmul „Michael Collins”, care m-a impresionat foarte mult si pe care il recomand tuturor.

Irlanda e o tara surprinzatoare, faimoasa pentru muzica ei, pentru berea ei, dar mai ales pentru istoria ei.

Puteti incepe sa explorati istoria luptei irlandezilor pentru libertate, dand un simplu search pe Wikipedia la „Eamon de Valera” si „Michael Collins”.


Come listen all me true men to my simple rhyme
For it tells of a young man cut off in his prime
A soldier and a statesman who laid down the law, and,
To die by the roaside in lone Beal na Bla
When barely sixteen to England crossed o’er
For to work as a boy in a government store
But the Volunteers call he could not disobey
So he came back to Dublin to join in the fray

At Easter nineteen sixteen when Pearse called them out
The men from the Dublin battalion roved out
And in the post office they nobley did show
How a handful of heros could outfight the foe.

To Stafford and jails transported they were
As prisonners of England they soon made a stir
Released before Christmas and home once again
He banded old comrades together to train
Dail Eireann assembled our rights to proclaim
Suppressed by the English you’d think it’s a shame
How Ireland’s best and bravest were harried and torn
From the Arms of their loved ones and children new born.

For years Mick eluded their soldiers and spies
For he was the master of clever disguise
With the Custom House blazing she found t’was no use
And soon Mother England had asked for a truce
Oh when will the young men a sad lesson spurn
That brother and brother they never should turn
Alas that a split in our ranks ‘ere we saw
Mick Collins stretched lifeless in lone Beal na Bla

Oh long will old Ireland be seeking in vain
Ere we find a new leader to match the man slain
A true son of Grainne his name long will shine
O gallant Mick Collins cut off in his prime.

Asta de mai sus e un cantec despre Michael Collins.

Published in: on mai 13, 2009 at 4:50 pm  Lasă un comentariu  

Free and united Ireland! :)

1. I remember the day
De Valera he died
My father he just
Broke down and he cried
He wept like a baby
For Dev was his pride
But I shed no tears
It held me no fear
For a man of our time.

2. Now dev was a hero
At Easter ’16
He held Boland’s mill
For the orange and green
He was sentenced to die
With Pearse and McBride
But his birth far away
Let him fight another day
Lucky man of our times.

He was loved he was hated
He was cherished despised
There were rivers of tears
When the chieftain he died
But love him or hate him
I cannot decide
What to make of old Dev
This man of our times

  3. When I was in school
Christian brothers were cruel
To live off the land
To be scarce was the rule
And we fled in our droves
To the emigrant boats
We weren’t free yet
And we questioned respect
For a man of our time.

4. My parents were poor
And the cupboard was bare
You can’t feed a child
On a dream or a prayer
But the boys in Dail Eirean
Got rich as we pined
They were led by the chief
And we had no relief
From a man of our times.

5. Now Spain had it’s Franco
And France it’s De Gaulle
We had our Dev
And god rest his soul
But history will judge
On the man form Bruree
De Valera’s lost dream
A nation unfree
It’s the shame of our time.

Published in: on mai 13, 2009 at 4:08 pm  Lasă un comentariu