ADD: Song about Padraig Pearse
Subject: Lyr Req: Song about Padraig Pearse|
Date: 05 Mar 18 - 11:01 AM
I learned a song about Padraig Pearse a while ago and cant remember some of the words now, I dont know the name of the song but the first lines are
I've sang many a song, Told many a story
of lovers so gentle and battles so fierce,
But as God be my guide I will sing of the glory,
And the goodness and the grandeur of bold Padraig Pearse.
All the virtues and graces that god ever granted
To mortals on earth there in he were combined.
True honour and faith in his soul were implanted.
He was fearless in battle yet gentle and kind
Does anyone know the rest of the words and know the title of the song
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Song about Padraig Pearse|
From: Joe Offer
Date: 07 Mar 18 - 03:46 PM
Found it in a May 1981 copy of the Irish Democrat newspaper: http://www.connollyassociation.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/447-May81.pdf
I've sung many a song, I've told many a story,
Of lovers so tender and battles so fierce,
Now may God be my guide as I sing of the glory,
The goodness, the grandeur of bold Padraig Pearse.
All the virtues and graces that God ever granted
To mortal on earth here in him were combined;
High honour and faith in his soul were implanted,
He was fearless in battle yet gentle and kind.
There are fields round Rosmuck, there are fields round Roscommon
Where wild flowers grow brighter, the air is more clear,
And the grass seems to whisper "We'll always remember,
Though the whole world forget him, he used to walk here."
When the westering sun sends the long shadows creeping
Through ancient St Enda's the wind brings a sound,
As a child feels its mother twixt waking and sleeping,
Walk softly, your feet are on sanctified ground.
One glorious week when the red flame of battle
Wrapped Dublin around and the staunch hearted few
Stood with Pearse through the shell bursts and rifle's sharp rattle
While the bright torch of freedom was kindled anew.
Then the sudden end came but still fearless it found them,
They lost but in losing the battle was won.
They fought till old Dublin in ruins fell round them,
Then to death with a smile walked our land's bravest son.
One short whispered prayer, then the murderous thunder
Of rifles rang out in that bare prison yard;
While the grim fusillade tore his broad breast asunder
His pure soul ascended to heaven unmarked.
Not Ireland alone but the whole world should mourn him,
The selfless, the valiant, the friend of the meek;
Brave men gather round him though hirelings may scorn him;
Remember brave Pearse and sublime Easter Week.
Author not identified.
Subject: RE: ADD: Song about Padraig Pearse|
Date: 08 Mar 18 - 05:20 AM
Gosh thanks Joe, Thought I might have had to abandon my search there,