Tone’s Grave In Bodenstown Churchyard there is a green grave, And wildly along it the winter winds rave; Small shelter, I ween, are the ruined walls there, When the storm sweeps down on the plains of Kildare. Once I lay on that sod-it lies over Wolfe Tone- And thought how he perished in prison alone, […]
Lament For The Death Of Eoghan Ruadh O’Neill ‘Did they dare, did they dare, to slay Eoghan Ruadh O’Neill? ‘ ‘Yes, they slew with poison him they feared to meet with steel.’ ‘May God wither up their hearts! May their blood cease to flow! May they walk in living death, who poisoned Eoghan Ruadh! ‘ […]
Priorities of the single man I looked at her, she looked at me, Her eyes roamed up and down, She softly smiled, dispelling then my doubt. I wandered forth, so beckoned By this Queen, bereft of crown, She whispered close, ‘your shirt’s on inside-out’. We danced upon the moonbeams As the nighttime […]
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Time’s Insidious Dreams ? Tick…tock… Bump… bump… I touch the walls to feel them stretch and give. I sense the muffled sounds, the rhythmic thump, thump, around, all around. Here I am. Now I am…able…to hear. ? Tick…tock… To sway. To stumble. To fall. Not far. Tenaciously tearing at cushions.…
In this piece of inspired verse, Thomas Davis calls to all those born on the island of Ireland to stand together as Irish people, in opposition to the yoke of English colonialism. He believed that the Irish identity did not depend on bloodlines but on feelings of the heart. His hope was that those of […]
‘… the loveliest trick of the Devil is to persuade you that he does not exist!’ Today, the same can be said for the existence of the Surplass (that class of people who are surplus to requirement) who control the flow of both money and information across the globe, particularly in the West. A very small […]
Women have always played an important role in Irish rebellion. Whether they were active militants, such as Lady Markievicz, or were providing logistical support such as Mary Ann McCracken, or were writing literature, such as our focus today, Ellen O’Leary, the womanhood of Ireland have been to the fore in an ofttimes male-dominated world. […]
This Irish rebel classic was written by Canon Charlies O’Neill (1887-1963) of Portglenone, County Antrim in the Occupied Six Counties (OSC). He was also parish priest of Kilcoo and later Newcastle in County Down, also in the OSC. Although many will know the air, it is the lyrics that Rebel Voice wishes to present here. […]
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Surreality A restless night with sweat-soaked sheets, conjures images of blood-filled streets and pain. Cetaceans mourn for humanity as dogs howl at a blood-red moon, which all too soon becomes a ghastly, horrid, evil eye staring, as…
Bobby Sands was an Irish revolutionary, Gaeilgeoir, song writer and poet who died on 5th May, 1981 after 66 days on hunger strike. He was 27 years old. It was estimated that more than 100,000 people turned out to pay their respects to their fallen hero. Sands’ poetry was written in gaol in the most […]
The Fiddler of Dooney When I play on my fiddle in Dooney, Folk dance like a wave of the sea; My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet, My brother in Moharabuiee. I passed my brother and cousin: They read in their books of prayer; I read in my book of songs I bought at the Sligo […]
The Song of Wandering Aengus I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And […]
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