Classic Poem

Ten golden years ago
In brave old Dublin Town
They lighted Freedom's fires anew,
And dared the despot's frown.

Read out the deathless names again
We love them, every one;
Our hearts shall hold their memory green
Till all the days are done.

Clarke, Connolly, the Brothers Pearse,
MacDermott, loved by all,
And Plunkett and O'Hanrahan —
They come at memory's call.

MacDonagh's laugh rings down the years,
McBride's undaunted soul,
And Eamonn Ceannt's heroic heart
Make bright for us the Goal.

Ned Daly, Heuston, Colbert true —
The young intrepid three
Who died in manhood's glorious dawn
Their Motherland to free.

And Mallin and the Brothers Kent,
And Rory of the Gael,
Who died for us in London Town,
The pride of Grainne Mhaol.

Some gave their lives with gun in hand,
Their story proudly tell —
O'Rahilly and fifty more,
Who bravely fighting fell.

Ten golden years ago
In brave old Dublin Town
They lighted Freedom's fires anew,
And dared the despot's frown.

They brought their shackled motherland
To Freedom's open door.
God grant their holy dream comes true
Ere ten more years are o'er.