A Broadside: No. 6 Second Year
Title
A Broadside: No. 6 Second Year
Subject
Ireland
Irish Literary Revival
The Gaelic Revival
Dun Emer Press
Cuala Press
A Broadside
Description
PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY E. C. YEATS AT THE CUALA PRESS, CHURCHTOWN, DUNDRUM, COUNTY DUBLIN. SUBSCRIPTION TWELVE SHILLINGS A YEAR POST FREE.
300 copies only.
300 copies only.
The Woodcut on page [3] has caption: "The Lambeth School of Arms". Signed by Jack B. Yeats,
Creator
E. C. Yeats
Jack B. Yeats
T. Kearney
Publisher
Cuala Press
Date
November, 1909
Text
BY MEMORY INSPIRED
By memory inspired
And love of country fired,
The deeds of men I love to dwell upon;
And the patriotic glow
Of my spirit must bestow
A tribute to O'Connell that is gone, boys, gone:
Here's a memory to the friends that are gone!
In October 'Ninety-seven-
May his soul find rest in Heaven-
William Orr to execution was led on:
The jury, drunk, agreed
That IRISH was his creed:
For perjury and threats drove them on, boys, on:
Here's the memory of John Mitchell that is gone!
In 'Ninety-eight - the month of July-
The informer's pay was high:
When Reynolds gave the gallows brave MacCann;
But MacCann was Reynold's first-
One could not allay his thirst;
So he brought up Bond and Byrne that are gone, boys, gone:
Here's the memory of the friends that are done!
We saw a nation's tears
Shed for John and Henry Shears;
Betrayed by Judas, Captain Armstrong;
We may forgive, but yet
We never can forget
The poisoning of Maguire that is gone, boys, gone:
Our high star and true apostle that is gone!
How did Lord Edward die?
Like a man, without a sigh!
And he left his handiwork on Major Swan.
But Sirr, with steel-clad breast,
And coward heart at best,
Left us cause to mourn Lord Edward that is gone, boys, gone:
Here's the memory of our friends that are gone!
September, Eighty-three.
Closed this cruel history,
When Emmet's blood the scaffold flowed upon:
O, had their spirits been wise,
They might then realize
Their freedom - but we drink to Mitchell that is gone, boys, gone:
Here's the memory of our friends that are gone!
T. Kearney
By memory inspired
And love of country fired,
The deeds of men I love to dwell upon;
And the patriotic glow
Of my spirit must bestow
A tribute to O'Connell that is gone, boys, gone:
Here's a memory to the friends that are gone!
In October 'Ninety-seven-
May his soul find rest in Heaven-
William Orr to execution was led on:
The jury, drunk, agreed
That IRISH was his creed:
For perjury and threats drove them on, boys, on:
Here's the memory of John Mitchell that is gone!
In 'Ninety-eight - the month of July-
The informer's pay was high:
When Reynolds gave the gallows brave MacCann;
But MacCann was Reynold's first-
One could not allay his thirst;
So he brought up Bond and Byrne that are gone, boys, gone:
Here's the memory of the friends that are done!
We saw a nation's tears
Shed for John and Henry Shears;
Betrayed by Judas, Captain Armstrong;
We may forgive, but yet
We never can forget
The poisoning of Maguire that is gone, boys, gone:
Our high star and true apostle that is gone!
How did Lord Edward die?
Like a man, without a sigh!
And he left his handiwork on Major Swan.
But Sirr, with steel-clad breast,
And coward heart at best,
Left us cause to mourn Lord Edward that is gone, boys, gone:
Here's the memory of our friends that are gone!
September, Eighty-three.
Closed this cruel history,
When Emmet's blood the scaffold flowed upon:
O, had their spirits been wise,
They might then realize
Their freedom - but we drink to Mitchell that is gone, boys, gone:
Here's the memory of our friends that are gone!
T. Kearney
Original Format
Broadside
Files
Collection
Citation
E. C. Yeats, Jack B. Yeats, and T. Kearney, “A Broadside: No. 6 Second Year,” Linda Lear Center Digital Collections and Exhibitions, accessed November 23, 2024, https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1363.