For me the easter rising means making several large loaves of greek easter bread....happening as I type! Then of course getting up in the morning to see if the easter bunny was here and finding the ouzo bottle and the orange juice. Of course if you wish to dwell on the image of the wounded James Connolly being carried from building to building in Dublin, car rushing off the cliff to not make it to meet with the german submarine and the soldiers song being sung with the last charge from the GPO- just dont forget the women of Dublin who rushed out with tea and cakes to feed the British Army and thank them for getting rid of the band of communist thugs. All of whom by virtue of martyrdom are of course true heros. But dont take my word for it be sure to ask the PLO and the alcaida, and bin laden and castro and of course Martin McGuinnis and Jerry Adams.

But to answer the question I do believe Castro does celebrate the day-I think he even has an IRA monument.

But when you think lillys think orange ones as the song goes: A great tune and song of the Isle of Ireland- For the midi too clickit here The Orange Lily,O! AND did you go to see the show,
Each rose and pink a dilly, O!
To feast your eyes, and view the prize,
Won by the Orange Lily, O!

Chorus:

Heigh ho, the Lily, O!
The royal,loyal Lily,O
Beneath the sky, what flower can vie
With Erin's Orange Lily, O!

The Viceroy there, so debonair,
Just like a daffadilly, O!
With Lady Clarke, Blithe as a lark,
Approached the Orange Lily, O!

CHORUS

Sir Charley too, looked, very blue,
While laughed Horse Master Billy, O!
To think his EX- a flower should vex
And that an Orange Lilly, O

CHORUS

A fairer flower, throughout the bower
He sought, but willy nilly, O!
With moistened eyes, he gave the prize
To Erin's Orange Lily, O!

CHORUS

The lowland field may roses yield,
Gay heaths the Highland hilly, O!
But high or low, no flower can show,
Like Erin's Orange Lily, O!

CHORUS

Let dandies fine in Bond Street shine,
Gay nymphs in Picadilly, O!
But fine or gay must yield the day
To Erin's Orange Lily, O!

CHORUS

The elated muse, to hear the news,
Jumped like a Connaught filly, o!
As gossip fame did loud proclaim
The triumph of the Lily,O!

CHORUS

Then come brave boys, and share her joys,
And toast the health of Willy, O!
Who bravely won, on Boyne's red shore,
The Royal Orange Lily, O!
CHORUS

A famous Orange song but one whose origins and content remain something of a mystery. It may be a eulogy for a flower the very wearing of which was banned in the middle of the last century by the repressive Emblems Act. Fun is poked at the Viceroy no doubt because he, as a head of the much disliked Dublin Castle administration would have symbolized the repressive act.

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