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Fourteen lines to commemorate fourteen lives
Among the dozens also fallen and The hundreds more swept up by hungry death That freedom may at last be reaped in Ireland: Each of the myriad souls deserves a song But we must sing of them together, tethered By the action shared, rising out of the past And for the future of a modern nation gathered: Thrown into this mass grave, in fourteen martyrs Every personality and creed, Robust and frail, lives of action becoming Lives of thought, and thought in action freed: A world was swept away in fire and flood A nation awakened by Eastertide blood. |