Here is yet another rebel poem from the father of Irish Republican poetry, Corkman, Thomas Davis. The Vow of Tipperary From Carrick streets to Shannon shore, From Slievenamon to Ballindeary, From Longford Pass to Gaillte Mór, Come hear The Vow of Tipperary. Too long we fought for Britain’s cause, And of our blood were never […]
Brendan Behan was a hard-drinking Dubliner born in 1923 and who died in 1964. Although in the IRA’s young wing of the Fianna from an early time, it was at the impetuous age of 16 that Behan joined the IRA and took himself off to England with only a suitcase full of explosives for company, […]
Thomas Davis was an Irish Republican of the 19th century. He is widely regarded as the Bard of Republicanism. My Land She is a rich and rare land; Oh! she’s a fresh and fair land; She is a dear and rare land This native land of mine. No men than her’s are braver- Her women’s […]
This is a piece of short verse from our resident poet, A.D. It deals with the effects of deliberately skewed information and its dissemination by those who seek to retain control of the people of our world. The Propaganda War The insidious agendas of the Capitalist commentariat Seep through distracted minds of a weary proletariat […]
This is yet another stirring piece of verse from the poet laureate of Irish Republicanism, Thomas Davis. In this poem, Davis laments the falling of Irish martyrs in battle, and looks hopefully to the day when the servants of Irish freedom will eventually triumph over their colonial oppressors. Remember that such writings could have seen […]
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 […]
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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