When Robert Emmet Arrived

Hallowed The Halls of Antiquity Frail The Parchment of History When a Host of Quills Touched Destiny And Rose a Peoples of Democracy Hail sayeth to MAN not King? Immortal Freedom When it Rings! Freshly minted or neatly Forged! No Queen or Earl or English Lord! Across an Empire -England Stamped With Sword and Powder and Steel Lance And Spies and Traitors and the Gifted Lie Soon Fear Peoples that may Do or Die On an Island Nation Deep Dark Depths Proclaiming freedom or cold stone death Was Green their color yet red they Wept As Tides of oceans the English Swept Upon her shores and into her Land Crushing Centuries English Black Hand Rape and Plunder encouraged the day Starvation Misery established the way Intrigue with Promise and Commitment too When they Lifted the North for only a few! Son against Father and Father against Friend The Wiley Weapon YOUR English Best Friend To an Island Nation with an Emerald Sea Of Warriors Poets Braving To Be Free No Pestilence or Famine generations deep Or Hangman, Lordship or Company they keep No Black Hand Hovering -or Forcefully arrived Dare Diminish the Centuries of Irish Celtic Pride Never Taken Never Borrowed Never Given as a Gift From hilly top to turf down flat to misty sea adrift Thus was the day that born When Robert Emmet Arrived Thus was the day that born When an Irishman had Died