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Tongue of the Martyrs
Author: William A. Byrne
The poem links Faith and Fatherland
Purple Heather
Author: William A. Byrne
William A. Byrne, from Rathangan in Kildare, was a professor in Knockbeg College. 'The Light on the Broom' was the collection from which this poem is taken.
Father Cullen P.P.
Author: William O'Neill (Slieve Margy)
Eulogy for Fr. Cullen, PP of Tinryland who died in 1913. The poem captures the thoughts and feelings of the priest's parishioners.
Sister of Mercy
Author:R.D. Williams
The poem explores the motivation that inspired a nun's devotion. The Convent of Mercy on Dublin Road was the mother-house of the Sisters of Mercy.
Congo
Location: Carlow Town
Kevin gleeson was one of the Irish UN peacekeepers killed in the Niemba ambush in 1960. His heroism and sacrifice, as well as that of his comrades, is celebrated in this poem
Kevin gleeson was one of the Irish UN peacekeepers killed in the Niemba ambush in 1960. His heroism and sacrifice, as well as that of his comrades, is celebrated in this poem
The Seasons of Our Years
Author: Dave Barron
Air: Shanagolden
Singer: Mick O'connor
THE SEASONS OF OUR YEARS
Do you remember, darling, the springtime of our years,
The passion, the tensions, the laughter, and some fears?
We planted love together and tended it with care
And we faced into our seasons, uncertain what lay…
Do you remember, darling, the springtime of our years,
The passion, the tensions, the laughter, and some fears?
We planted love together and tended it with care
And we faced into our seasons, uncertain what lay…
The Secrets of the Stones
Author: Dave Barron
Air: England's Motorway
The druids worshipped golden Fionn five thousand years ago;
They marked his birthday every year in monuments of stone;
And when mid-winter morning sun peeped o’er the rim of gold
It lit the shrine of Newgrange stone right to the very…
They marked his birthday every year in monuments of stone;
And when mid-winter morning sun peeped o’er the rim of gold
It lit the shrine of Newgrange stone right to the very…
Mother
Author: Dave Barron
Air: May Morning Dew
MOTHER
The bright wind of Springtime brings you to my mind,
Filled with fine promise, all gentle and kind;
Fountain of hope and my bright, guiding star,
Still guiding my life choice from Heaven afar.
The soft breeze of Summer…
The bright wind of Springtime brings you to my mind,
Filled with fine promise, all gentle and kind;
Fountain of hope and my bright, guiding star,
Still guiding my life choice from Heaven afar.
The soft breeze of Summer…
Life
Author: Dave Barron
Air: Siun Ui Dhuibhir
LIFE
Farewell to the days of our youth, now long gone bye,
The red sap that pulsed through young limbs now sere and dry;
The hot pulse that throbbed in wild heart and fiery limbs,
Now chilled and faded in time as memory dims.
Lonely and…
Farewell to the days of our youth, now long gone bye,
The red sap that pulsed through young limbs now sere and dry;
The hot pulse that throbbed in wild heart and fiery limbs,
Now chilled and faded in time as memory dims.
Lonely and…