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The Republican

The republican Oh lord I know you hear me As I sit here in my cell Tomorrow they will take my life Please give me the courage to die well Myself and my 3 comrades Were found guilty by our own For we wanted a united Ireland Not leave six counties to stand alone Oh, dear mother as I write this Please don’t worry or shed tears Though tomorrow I must leave you After only 18 years We fought for a united Ireland And if our lives must be the price I would pay it ten times over Wouldn’t need to think about it twice There is much that I am proud of And regrets there are some too I will have no wife to call my own Or children to bring to you But mother dear my biggest regret is I will not see you before I leave A chance to give you one last hug As I know you’ll surely grieve the so-called leaders on this Island seems have gone and made a deal to give away six counties it’s not just sad, it sounds unreal for those who fought for freedom for eight hundred years or more must be turning in their graves right now wondering what did we die for Republican is what they call us Republicans we will die but Ireland it has 32 counties on this there can be no lie united is how we started united is all we'll take for Ireland is our country not to be divided up like cake

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Date: 2/27/2023 12:16:00 PM
this was inspired was a letter written by an 18 year old to his mother the day before his execution during the war of independence in Ireland ,his name was James Fisher
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