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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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 […]
The Waterboys were one of the bands who saved the eighties when popular music was completely shit in the Celtic Isles. The lyrics in this classic are the type of poetry that Bob Dylan only wishes he was capable of.
The Ballad of Moss-Free Refrain: […]
Ireland has both the good fortune and misfortune to have a large number of martyrs. Many honourable men and women have felt it necessary to step forward to fight the blight of British colonialism. Of those Rebels who were imprisoned, some chose to battle the foreign regime using the only weapon they had left to […]
This is a poignant piece of verse about the great revolutionary, James Connolly, who was executed by British forces whilst seriously injured during the Easter Rising, 1916. Connolly was tied to a chair so that he could be shot by a firing squad. Connolly The man was all shot through that came today Into the […]
Poem Darshan A tender silence enfolds the scene Of ironing board and tea, And mumbling traffic carries lives Many miles from me. So damn close, Yet still, Apart, She presses to the seams. I sit incensed with memory And aching, Scented dreams. A.D.
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