DUBLIN, JAMES1916 YATES

Sé mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear, Sé mo Chaesar, Ghile Mear, Suan ná séan ni bhfuaires fein O’ chuaigh i’ gcéin mo Ghile Mear.

Talbot Street: Barricades and torn metal, Smoky faces and ravaged eyes, Stern fingers vise-like on rifle grips; Grainy mist like foggy dew On crumbled, burning buildings.

Talbot Street: Brick wall against backs of men, Blindfolded and hands tied, Facing rows of rifle-barrels; Grainy mist like foggy dew Above crumpled, lifeless bodies.

He is my hero, my Gallant Darling, He is my Caesar, a Gallant Darling, I’ve found neither rest nor fortune Since my Gallant Darling went far away.