Well it was Sunday bloody Sunday When they shot the people there The cries of thirteen martyrs Filled the Free Derry air Is there any one amongst you
I was eighteen years old when I went down to Dublin With a fistfull of money and a cartload of dreams. "Take your time," said my father, "stop rushing
Born in occupied Dublin town, as the sun shone down on tyranny, Wolfe Tone grew up a privileged man, receiving a Trinity college degree. He despaired