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For several years on my journals devoted to Bobby, I marked the anniversaries of all the hunger strikers as well as significant events. I would like now to refer people to the
archive to look at the daily titles from the last year of active posting, for example, in order to refresh their memory of the history of that time. For archived events in the
political situation, please refer to
SAOIRSE32. I do monitor comments made here, so please feel free to post them.
Regretfully, I have had to introduce comment screening on this journal.
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Thank you,
micheailin
In the dark days of oppression
I the still of the night
A brave Irish rebel showed me the shining light,
He did it not for glory `he did it not for fame
He died for all of us in naked suffering shame.
The monsters of Britannia who would not give him his rights!
Robed Ireland of his sweetness and starved him day and night
O bobby I can hear you in my dreams and in my heart
I always tried to be fateful and to play my humble part,
But things have got so fogy and people that were one friends
Have betrayed what you died for, for there own selfish ends.
O from your last breath a dove did fly
Over the Belfast mountains and on words to the sky
your soul was moulded form a tear drop in gods eye.
In the most beautiful of dreams I walked along the falls
With the writing on the Belfast streets and on the city walls
I could feel you there in gods sweet air but sadly heaven called, .