A Chairde, I know the one you want, dug it out of a dusty dest drawer, knew it was there on an old tattered scrap from my youth....

In Memorandum

Writeen by Padraig de Brun on the night of Dec. 8th, 1922

Rory and Liam are dead and gone,/

Star of the morning, Mary come.

Slain at the Eight of Descembers dawn,/

Mary Immaculate, guide them home.

Rory and Liam and Dick and Joe,/

Star of the morning, Mary come,/

Red is their hearts blood, their souls like snow,/

Mary Immaculate, guide them home.

Their slays have rung no passing bell,/

Star of the morning, Mary come/

But the riffles crack is their funeral knell;/

Mary Immaculate, guide them home.

Their eyes are steady in face of death,/

Star of the morning, Mary, come,/

For their minds are rapt by the vission of faith/

Mary immaculate, guide them home.

For Winter will pass and Spring be born./

Star of the morning, Mary, come,/

And freedom will waken the land at morn,

Mary Immaculate, guide them home.

And what is death but an envoy sped,/

Star of the morning, Mary come,/

With a call from the Heaven of Irelands dead?

Mary Immaculate, guide them home.

Why reckon the pangs that have sufficed,/

Star of the morning, Mary come,/

To bring free souls to their Captain Christ?/

Mary Immaculate, guide them home.

Rory and Liam are dead and gone,/

Star of the morning, Mary come,/

They have found the lights that go out at dawn,/

Mary Immaculate, guide them home.

Rory Liam Dick and Joe,/

Star of the morning, Mary come

Our starlight fades, but the road they know,/

Mary Immaculate, guide them home.

FREE MUMIA! Slan Larry