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Dublin / Mountjoy Prison 27 November 1922 Poem By Jack Gannon and J Murphy of Bluebell, I
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This poem was written by a relative of mine.
The following verses were composed and written in Mountjoy Prison , 27 Nov 1922,
By Jack Gannon and J Murphy of Bluebell, Inchicore Dublin.
We are sitting in our cell
and we're thinking of Bluelbell
wondering if we'll see it anymore
that spot so dear to us
where the boys will make a fuss
when we meet them all again at Inchicore.
We are longing for the day
when we shall march away
and leave this cursed prison far behind
for we feel that if we're her
by the ending of this year
it is certain we will die or lose our minds.
When the fighting first began
we backed an honest man
Valera is our fearless leaders name
he's a man of courage bold
who can't be bought with gold
an expert in the great guerilla game.
We were shamefully betrayed
and prisoners we were made
in Mountjoys dreary prison now we lie
but we hope we'll live to see
Ireland Prosperous and free
and an independent nation ee'r we die
But although we're here to-night
for upholding freedoms right
in this prison which is like a little hell
our hearts grow light and gay
as we think about the day
when we see the bit of heaven called Bluebell.
Composed by Jack gannon In Mountjoy Prison December 1922
Sacred to the memory of:
Liam Mellows, Rory O' Connor, Richard Barrett, Joe Mckelvey.
Shot in Mountjoy Prison on the 8th December 1922.
Friday morning 8th December 1922
The day has dawned, tho no golden glory ,
of sunrise illumesw the sullen sky,
as barrett, Mckelvey, Liam and Rory ,
are led away this morn to die.
Friday Night 8th December 1922
With my saddened heart i seek repose
upon my prison bed ,
and e'er i sleep i pray for thos,
now lying cold and dead.
I have transcribed this from the written poem that has been passed down through the family.
The following verses were composed and written in Mountjoy Prison , 27 Nov 1922,
By Jack Gannon and J Murphy of Bluebell, Inchicore Dublin.
We are sitting in our cell
and we're thinking of Bluelbell
wondering if we'll see it anymore
that spot so dear to us
where the boys will make a fuss
when we meet them all again at Inchicore.
We are longing for the day
when we shall march away
and leave this cursed prison far behind
for we feel that if we're her
by the ending of this year
it is certain we will die or lose our minds.
When the fighting first began
we backed an honest man
Valera is our fearless leaders name
he's a man of courage bold
who can't be bought with gold
an expert in the great guerilla game.
We were shamefully betrayed
and prisoners we were made
in Mountjoys dreary prison now we lie
but we hope we'll live to see
Ireland Prosperous and free
and an independent nation ee'r we die
But although we're here to-night
for upholding freedoms right
in this prison which is like a little hell
our hearts grow light and gay
as we think about the day
when we see the bit of heaven called Bluebell.
Composed by Jack gannon In Mountjoy Prison December 1922
Sacred to the memory of:
Liam Mellows, Rory O' Connor, Richard Barrett, Joe Mckelvey.
Shot in Mountjoy Prison on the 8th December 1922.
Friday morning 8th December 1922
The day has dawned, tho no golden glory ,
of sunrise illumesw the sullen sky,
as barrett, Mckelvey, Liam and Rory ,
are led away this morn to die.
Friday Night 8th December 1922
With my saddened heart i seek repose
upon my prison bed ,
and e'er i sleep i pray for thos,
now lying cold and dead.
I have transcribed this from the written poem that has been passed down through the family.