{"id":4725,"date":"2020-07-12T20:58:24","date_gmt":"2020-07-12T19:58:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=4725"},"modified":"2020-08-17T16:44:03","modified_gmt":"2020-08-17T15:44:03","slug":"drumshambo-july-12th","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/drumshambo-july-12th\/","title":{"rendered":"Drumshambo: July 12th"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"The dead from the Great Hunger, with no names, lie and are remembered. The Orangemen, for all their pomp, their names are largely forgotten.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I walk where Orangemen don’t do now
\nWho walked this day so long ago
\nWhen our folk stayed off of the road
\nAs they passed, banners on show
\nTo fife and drum, their sashes blew
\nAs they still do up north today
\nBut I walk here now, passing their church
\nIn Drumshambo, on Orange Day. <\/p>\n

I walked past the famine graveyard
\nI stopped to say a prayer
\nAnd wrote that once a poet passed
\nAnd stopped by their graves there
\nWho have no names, but lie beside the Piper
\nAs verse I write in Italic font
\nAs I left, I blessed myself
\nFrom the rain filled holy water font. <\/p>\n

All are dead now, the famine dead and the Orangemen
\nWho walked there those times now past
\nTyranny and pride will have its day
\nBut it’s day will never last.
\nI walk beside Lough Allen
\nReturning into town,
\nI resolve to write of the Famine dead
\nTo curse the Orangemen and the Crown. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The dead from the Great Hunger, with no names, lie and are remembered. The Orangemen, for all their pomp, their names are largely forgotten. I walk where Orangemen don’t do now Who walked this day so long ago When our folk stayed off of the road As they passed, banners …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[2529,4308,113,4307],"class_list":["post-4725","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-12th-of-july","tag-drumshambo","tag-leitrim","tag-orangemen","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-1ed","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3508,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/cursed-crossbreakers-of-ballinalee\/","url_meta":{"origin":4725,"position":0},"title":"Cursed Crossbreakers of Ballinalee","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"15th February 2017","format":false,"excerpt":"A tale of sectarian attack by Orange Order members on a grave of a sister of Thomas Newcomen Edgeworth as it was in a shape of a cross, which they saw as Catholic... 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