The Irishman In English Literature May Be

The Irishman In English Literature May Be Said To Have Been Born With An Apology In His Mouth.

All These Mountains Of Irish Dead, All These Corpses Mangled Beyond Recognition, All These Arms, Legs, Eyes, Ears, Fingers, Toes, Hands, All These Shivering Putrefying Bodies And Portions Of Bodies Once Warm Living And Tender Parts Of Irish Men And Youths - All These Horrors In Flanders Or The Gallipoli Peninsula, Are All Items In The Price Ireland Pays For Being Part Of The British Empire.

However It May Be For Others, For Us Of The Citizen Army There Is But One Ideal - An Ireland Ruled, And Owned, By Irish Men And Women, Sovereign And Independent From The Centre To The Sea, And Flying Its Own Flag Outward Over All The Oceans.

No Revolutionary Movement Is Complete Without Its Poetical Expression.

The Cause Of Labour Is The Cause Of Ireland, And The Cause Of Ireland Is The Cause Of Labour