By Arthur Forrester
Fill up once more, we`ll drink a toast to comrades far away,
No nation upon earth can boast of braver hearts than they,
And though they sleep in dungeons deep, or flee outlawed and banned
We love them yet, we can`t forget, the Felons of our Land.
In boyhood`s bloom and manhoods pride fordoomed by alien laws,
Some on the scaffold proudly died, for holy Ireland`s cause,
And brothers say, shall we, today, unmoved by cowards stand,
While traitors shame and foes defame, the Felons of our Land.
Some in the convicts dreary cell, have found a living tomb,
And some unseen untended fell within the dungeons`s gloom,
But what care we, although it be, trod by a ruffian band,
God bless the clay where rest today the Felons of our Land.
Let cowards mock and tyrants frown, ah little do we care,
A Felon`s cap is the noblest crown an Irish head can wear
And every Gael in Inishfail, who scorns the serf`s vile brand,
From Lee to Boyne, would gladly join the Felons of our Land.
The Felons of Our Land
Born in Phibsborough, Dublin, 1943. Qualifications: BL and M Sc (IT).
Land Registration Consultant, poet, inventor and artist.Member of the Invincibles old-time band.
Attended St Peter's primary and O'Connell secondary schools.
Member, down the years, of church choir,Knights of Malta, Dáil na nÓg, Irish Language societies, residents association, action groups, musical societies and drama groups, board of National Museum.
Chaired many groups, including Residents Association, IMPACT trade union branch, Art Societies.
Ran folk club in Slattery's of Capel Street, late 1960s and returned for Poems and Pints. Led Claremont Residents Association to win Tidy Areas Competition.