Blackbirds at Ballinamuck Sing in The Trees
The blackbirds at Ballinamuck sing among the trees Where the rebels, prone, were slain, English cavalry chased through where horses could run …
The blackbirds at Ballinamuck sing among the trees Where the rebels, prone, were slain, English cavalry chased through where horses could run …
Remember them and don’t forget, Who in Ninety Eight there died, Murdered by troops of the British Crown, On orders, for which …
At Drumkeeran there is a mass grave of troops who died on the march with Humbert in 1798. To see how the Irish treat our own, taking homes for banks profits instead of landlords, we often ask, was all the fighting worth it at all?
Pondering the sleeping rebels who fled after defeat at Ballinamuck in 1798 who sought refuge in Edenmore Bog
The strange and true tale of a man who survived the 1798 rebellion, only to end up with eight wives in Fiji – a place farther from his native County Clare than even the remote Ballinamuck of North Longford…
In the wake of the 1798 Rebellion, the brothers Grimes, all of whom were executed by the British, were betrayed by a …
As the Orange Day celebrations passed off without much incident in the North of Ireland, an unprecedented event happened “in Connaught” as …
Background – Sean Mac Eoin told of a Tracey family related to him that had two brothers in the fight at Granard, …
Men of Eireann, forbidden oaths swearing Blood to shed for freedoms cause Bards songs sung of brave rebels from cart handles hung …
Invitation received: all were excited Again their friends where they are twinned they would meet Its not a junket: this, this is …
Across this moor in fear they fled As marched their comrades were in the roads below The lucky were their comrades dead …
Comrades stood as comrades should For each other, for cause to fight Man to man, as heros can To fall is noble …
Silent they lie, neath clay, the slain… Speak not of deeds done, but remain In history, names unknown, Of battles fought, for …
He never went home. We know not his name… A man from Mayo… we pass where he sleeps, He who died for …
Oh, Erin mourns a daughter Who was tragically cut away A Scot of Ulster who for Ireland Was killed one fateful day …
Carve his name, place in stone each letter, To do so… now it is the time… The call, a campaign to start, …
Was it to be remembered that they took the sword Under the banner of green, the Oath and the Word, Against overwhelming …
Against all hope, with only hope, They held their Pikes in hand Catholic, Protestant, Dissenters together, To break the link with England. …
In Scottish fashion to be wed Hugh Mc Kee to the Tavern did go And all were assembled there Bar the bride …
Not all Protestants have a need for Orangism, though there is a face that is not as bigoted as what is presented …