Origins: Bold Robert Emmett (Thomas Maguire)

Subject: bold robt. emmett ballad?
From: Rois (inactive)
Date: 12 Feb 99 - 06:51 PM

looking for verses to bold robt. emmett and any info. on the speech on the dock or verses that refer to this -

I only have - bold robt. emmett, (text garbled)

Subject: RE: bold robt. emmett ballad?
From: Frank McGrath
Date: 12 Feb 99 - 07:33 PM

I have the words song and I am sure that I have his speech from the dock as well as other info.

I can post both in a day or two if you can wait that long but I have no doubt there will be many others who can post almost immediately. If not, hang in there, I'll be back on Sunday or Monday with all you require.

Frank

Subject: RE: bold robt. emmett ballad?
From: Rois (inactive)
Date: 12 Feb 99 - 08:11 PM

Thank you Frank, I appreciate the response - no rush - will be happy to have the speech from the dock - did it really last 24 hours? Rois

Subject: Lyr Add: BOLD ROBERT EMMETT (Thomas Maguire)
From: Brakn
Date: 12 Feb 99 - 09:41 PM

BOLD ROBERT EMMETT
(Thomas Maguire)

The struggle is over, the boys are defeated
Old Ireland surrounded with sadness and gloom
We are defeated and shamefully treated
And I, Robert Emmett, awaiting my doom
Hung drawn and quartered, sure that was my sentence
But soon I will show them no coward am I
My crime is the love of the land I was born in
A hero I have lived and a hero I will die

Chorus
Bold Robert Emmett, the darling of Erin
Bold Robert Emmett, will die with a smile
Farewell companions both loyal and daring
I'll lay down my life for the Emerald Isle

The barque lay at anchor awaiting to bring me
Over the billows to the land of the free
But I must see my sweetheart for I know she will cheer me
And with her I will sail far over the sea
But I was arrested and cast into prison
Tried as a traitor, a rebel, a spy
But no one can call me a knave or a coward
A hero I lived and a hero I'll die

Hark the bells tolling, I well know the meaning
My poor heart tells me it is my death knell
In come the clergy, the warder is leading
I have no friends here to bid me farewell
Goodbye, old Ireland, my parents and sweetheart
Companions in arms, to forget you must try
I am proud of the honour, it was only my duty
A hero I lived and a hero I'll die

Regards Michael Bracken

BTW Written by Thomas Maguire

Subject: RE: bold robt. emmett ballad?
From: Rois (inactive)
Date: 13 Feb 99 - 05:52 PM

Thank you Michael- I appreciate the help -

Subject: Robert Emmett
From:
Date: 22 Jan 01 - 01:50 PM

the battle was ended the boys were defeated old ireland surrounded with sorrow and gloom we were defeated and shamefully treated and i robert emmett lie waiting my doom

hung, drawn and quarted sure that is my sentence but soon i will show them no coward am i my crime was a love of the land i was born in a hero i've lived and a hero i'll die

for bold robert emmett the darling of ireland bold robert emmett he'll die with a smile farewell companions both loyal and daring i lay down my life for the emerald isle

does anyone know any more lyrics? i know this song sung to the tune of streets of laredo

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Robert Emmett
From: Malcolm Douglas
Date: 22 Jan 01 - 02:23 PM

If you were to type robert emmett into the very useful "Digitrad and Forum Search" facility prominently displayed on the main Forum page, you would get a small list of links to entries in the Database and past discussion threads, one of which would take you to  Bold Robert Emmett

Malcolm

Subject: Bold Robert Emmett
From: Guvernor
Date: 22 Jan 01 - 04:38 PM

Does anybody know any more verse to this Irish song?
I know the song to be sung to the tune of Streets of Laredo.
Any info gladly appreciated.

The battle was over. The boys were defeated,
Old Ireland surrounded by sorrow and gloom.
We were defeated and shamefully treated
And I Robert Emmett lie waiting my doom.

Hung drawn and quartered sure that is my sentence
But soon I will show them no coward am I.
My crime was a love of the land I was born in.
A hero I've lived and a hero I'll die.

So bold Robert Emmett, the darling of Ireland,
Bold Robert Emmett will die with a smile.
Farewell, companions, both loyal and daring.
I lay down my life for the emerald isle.

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 16-Jul-02.

Subject: Origins: Bold Robert Emmet
From: GUEST,Gill Cawley
Date: 07 May 07 - 01:06 PM

Does anyone know who wrote this?

Subject: RE: Origins: Bold Robert Emmet
From: MartinRyan
Date: 07 May 07 - 02:31 PM

Zimmermann's "Songs of Irish Rebellion", the starting point for hunting songs like this, gives a version from a broadside of c. 1900 ANd says "In song books, the text is sometimes ascribed to Tom Maguire". No mention of who Tom is, of course!

Regards

Subject: RE: Origins: Bold Robert Emmet
From: MartinRyan
Date: 07 May 07 - 02:55 PM

Sean McMahon, in his "Rich and Rare" book, gives the following:

Thomas Maguire was an authentic balladeer, siging his own songs at fairs and in the street. D.J. O'Donoghue, the author of the great comprehensive bibliograp0hy of pre-1914 Irish Poets notes that he and his wife were charged with obstruction in London in October 1907, that they offered for sale pamphlets in the street. He had unfortunately, no further information about him."

Regards.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Bold Robert Emmett (Thomas Maguire)
From: GUEST,JTT
Date: 30 Oct 17 - 07:01 PM

Emmet's speech from the dock, in Green Street courthouse in Dublin on 19 September 1803; he was a 24-year-old lawyer (very suave, according to friends, and a deeply romantic figure whose well-planned but unfortunately abortive Rising was the basis for the Easter Rising 113 years later); he was killed the next day in front of St Catherine's Church in Thomas Street. This speech was, in effect, a 'deathbed declaration' made in the face of eternity. Exhausted by the trial in which he had taken an active part, Robert Emmet, through his counsel, asked that the judgment of the court be postponed until the next morning. This request was refused. It was under these conditions that he made the following speech. A speech that should be studied by every revolutionary for its pure reasoning and targeted accusation, and which has historically been studied by orators; extraordinarily, it was made extempore (with interruptions from the judge):

A few minutes after the judge?s charge, the foreman of the jury accordingly addressed the court: "My lords, I have consulted with my brother jurors, and we are all of opinion that the prisoner is guilty.?

The Clerk of the Crown read the indictment, and stated the verdict found in the normal form. He then concluded accordingly: ?What have you, therefore, now to say why judgment of death and execution shall not be awarded against you according to law?"

Robert Emmet immediately responded,

What have I to say why sentence of death should not be pronounced on me, according to law? I have nothing to say which can alter your predetermination, not that it would become me to say with any view to the mitigation of that Sentence which you are here to pronounce, and by which I must abide. But I have that to say which interests me more than life, and which you have laboured, as was necessarily your office in the present circumstances of this oppressed country to destroy. I have much to say why my reputation should be rescued from the load of false accusation and calumny which has been heaped upon it. I do not imagine that, seated where you are, your minds can be so free from impurity as to receive the least impression from what I am about to utter. I have no hope that I can anchor my character in the breast of a court constituted and trammelled as this is. I only wish, and it is the utmost I expect. that your lordships may suffer it to float down your memories untainted by the foul breath of prejudice, until it finds some more hospitable harbour to shelter it from the rude storm by which it is at present buffeted.

Were I only to suffer death, after being adjudged guilty by your tribunal, I should bow in silence, meet the fate that awaits me without a murmur; but the sentence of the law which delivers my body to the executioner, will, through the ministry of the law, labour in its own vindication to consign my character to obloquy, for there must be guilt somewhere ? whether in the sentence of the court, or in the catastrophes posterity must determine. A man in my situation, my lords, has not only to encounter the difficulties of fortune, and the force of power over minds which it has corrupted or subjugated, but the difficulties of established prejudice. The man dies, but his memory lives. That mine may not perish, that it may live in the respect of my countrymen, I seize upon this opportunity to vindicate myself from some of the charges alleged against me. When my spirit shall be wafted to a more friendly port ? when my shade shall have joined the bands of those martyred heroes, who have shed their blood on the scaffold and in the field in defence of their country and of virtue, this is my hope ? I wish that my memory and name may animate those who survive me, while I look down with complacency on the destruction of that perfidious government which upholds its domination by blasphemy of the Most High ? which displays its power over man is over the beasts of the forest ? which set man upon his brother, and lifts his hand, in the name of God, against the throat of his fellow who believes or doubts a little more or a little less than the government standard ? a government which is steeled to barbarity by the cries of the orphans and the tears of the widows which it has made.

Lord Norbury ? ?The weak and wicked enthusiasts who feel as you feel are unequal to the accomplishment of their wild designs.?

Emmet ? I appeal to the immaculate God ? I swear by the Throne of Heaven, before which I must shortly appear ? by the blood of the murdered patriots who have gone before me ? that my conduct has been, through all this peril, and through all my purposes, governed only by the convictions which I have uttered, and by no other view than that of the emancipation of my country from the superinhuman oppression under which she has so long and too patiently travailed; and I confidently and assuredly hope that, wild and chimerical as it may appear, there is still union and strength in Ireland to accomplish this noblest enterprise. Of this I speak with the confidence of intimate knowledge, and with the consolation that appertains to that confidence, think not, my lords, that I say this for the petty gratification of giving you a transitory uneasiness. A man who never yet raised his voice to assert a lie will not hazard his character with posterity by asserting a falsehood on a subject so important to his country, and on an occasion like this. Yes, my lords, a man who does not wish to have his epitaph written until his country is liberated will not leave a weapon in the power of envy, nor a pretence to impeach the probity which he means to preserve, even in the grave to which tyranny consigns him.

Lord Norbury ? ?You proceed to unwarrantable lengths, in order to exasperate or delude the unwary, and circulate opinions of the most dangerous tendency, for purposes of mischief.?

Emmet ? Again I say that what I have spoken was not intended for your lordship, whose situation I commiserate rather than envy ? my expressions were for my countrymen. If there is a true Irishman present, let my last words cheer him in the hour of his affliction?

Lord Norbury? ?What you have hitherto said confirms and justifies the verdict of the jury.?

Emmet ? I have always understood it to be the duty of a judge, when a prisoner has been convicted, to pronounce the sentence of the law. I have also understood that judges sometimes think it their duty to hear with patience, and to speak with humanity; to exhort the victim of the laws, and to offer, with tender benignity, their opinions of the motives by which he was actuated in the crime of which he was adjudged guilty. That a judge has thought it his duty so to have done, I have no doubt; but where is that boasted freedom of your institutions ? where is the vaunted impartiality, clemency, and mildness of your courts of justice, if an unfortunate prisoner, whom your policy, and not your justice, is about to deliver into the hands of the executioner, is not suffered to explain his motives sincerely and truly, and to vindicate the principles by which he was actuated?

My lords, it may be a part of the system of angry justice to bow a man?s mind by humiliation to the purposed ignominy of the scaffold; but worse to me than the purposed shame or the scaffold?s terrors would be the shame of such foul and unfounded imputations as have been laid against me in this court. You, my lord, are a judge; I am the supposed culprit. I am a man; you are a man also. By a revolution of power we might change places, though we could never change characters. If I stand at the bar of this court and dare not vindicate my character, what a farce is your justice? If I stand at this bar and dare not vindicate my character, how dare you calumniate it? Does the sentence of death, which your unhallowed policy inflicts upon my body, also condemn my tongue to silence and my reputation to reproach? Your executioner may abridge the period of my existence, but, while I exist, I shall not forbear to vindicate my character and motives from your aspersions; as a man to whom fame [a term used in the 18th-century sense of reputation] is dearer than life, I will make the last use of that life in doing justice to that reputation which is to live after me, and which is the only legacy I can leave to those I honour and love, and for whom I am proud to perish.

As men, my lord, we must appear on the great day at one common tribunal, and it will then remain for the Searcher of all hearts to show a collective universe who was engaged in the most virtuous actions or actuated by the purest motives ? my country?s oppressor, or ?

Lord Norbury ? ?Stop, sir! Listen to the sentence of the law.?

Emmet ? My lord, shall a dying man be denied the legal privilege of exculpating himself in the eyes of the community from an undeserved reproach thrown upon him during his trial, by charging him with ambition, and attempting to cast away for a paltry consideration the liberties of his country? Why did your lordship insult me? Or rather, why insult justice in demanding of me why sentence of death should not be pronounced? I know, my lord, that form prescribes that you should ask the question. The form also presumes the right of answering. This, no doubt, may be dispensed with, and so might the whole ceremony of the trial, since sentence was already pronounced at the Castle before your jury were empanelled. Your lordships are but the priests of the oracle. I submit to the sacrifice; but I insist on the whole of the forms.

Lord Norbury? ?You may proceed, sir.?

Emmet ? I am charged with being an emissary of France. An emissary of France! And for what end? It is alleged that I wish to sell the independence of my country; and for what end? Was this the object of my ambition? And is this the mode by which a tribunal of justice reconciles contradictions? No; I am no emissary.

My ambition was to hold a place among the deliverers of my country ? not in power, not in profit, but in the glory of the achievement. Sell my country?s independence to France! And for what? A change of masters? No; but for my ambition. Oh, my country! Was it personal ambition that influenced me? Had it been the soul of my actions, could I not, by my education and fortune, by the rank and consideration of my family, have placed myself amongst the proudest of your oppressors? My country was my idol. To it I sacrificed every selfish, every endearing sentiment; and for it I now offer myself, O God! No, my lords; I acted as an Irishman, determined on delivering my country from the yoke of a foreign and unrelenting tyranny, and from the more galling yoke of a domestic faction, its joint partner and perpetrator in the patricide, whose reward is the ignominy of existing with an exterior of splendour and a consciousness of depravity. It was the wish of my heart to extricate my country from this doubly-riveted despotism ? I wish to place her independence beyond the reach of any power on earth. I wish to exalt her to that proud station in the world which Providence had destined her to fill. Connection with France was, indeed, intended, but only so far as mutual interest would sanction or require.

Were the French to assume any authority inconsistent with the purest independence, it would be the signal for their destruction. We sought their aid ? and we sought it as we had assurances we should obtain it ? as auxiliaries in war, and allies in peace. Were the French to come as invaders or enemies, uninvited by the wishes of the people, I should oppose them to the utmost of my strength. Yes! My countrymen, I should advise you to meet them on the beach with a sword in one hand and a torch in the other. I would meet them with all the destructive fury of war, and I would animate my countrymen to immolate them in their boats before they had contaminated the soil of my country. If they succeeded in landing, and if forced to retire before superior discipline, I would dispute every inch of ground, raze every house, burn every blade of grass; the last spot on which the hope of freedom should desert me, there would I hold, and the last of liberty should be my grave.

What I could not do myself in my fall, I should leave as a last charge to my countrymen to accomplish; because I should feel conscious that life, any more than death, is dishonourable when a foreign nation holds my country in subjection. But it was not as an enemy that the succours of France were to land. I looked, indeed, for the assistance of France; I wished to prove to France and to the world that Irishmen deserved to be assisted ? that they were indignant at slavery, and ready to assert the independence and liberty of their country; I wished to procure for my country the guarantee which Washington procured for America ? to procure an aid which, by its example, would be as important as its valour; disciplined, gallant, pregnant with science and experience; that of allies who would perceive the good, and polish the rough points of our character. They would come to us as strangers, and leave us as friends, after sharing in our perils, and elevating our destiny. These were my objects; not to receive new taskmasters, but to expel old tyrants. And it was for these ends I sought aid from France; because France, even as an enemy, could not be more implacable than the enemy already in the bosom of my country.

Lord Norbury ? ?You are making an avowal of dreadful treasons, and of a determined purpose to have persevered in them, which I do believe, has astonished your audience.?

Emmet ? I have been charged with that importance in the efforts to emancipate my country, as to be considered the keystone of the combination of Irishmen, or, as your lordship expressed it, ?the life and blood of the conspiracy?. You do me honour overmuch; you have given to a subaltern all the credit of a superior. There are men engaged in this conspiracy who are not only superior to me; but even to your own conception of yourself, my lord; men before the splendour of whose genius and virtues I should bow with respectful deference, and who would think themselves disgraced by shaking your bloodstained hand ?

Lord Norbury ? "You have endeavoured to establish a wicked and bloody provisional government."

Emmet ? What, my lord! shall you tell me, on the passage to the scaffold, which that tyranny, of which you are only the intermediary executioner, has erected for my murder, that I am accountable for all the blood that has been and will be shed in this struggle of the oppressed against the oppressor? Shall you tell me this, and must I be so very as slave as not to repel it?

Lord Norbury ? ?A different conduct would have better become one who had endeavoured to overthrow the laws and liberties of his country.?

Emmet ? I who fear not to approach the Omnipotent Judge to answer for the conduct of my whole life, am I to be appalled and falsified by a mere remnant of mortality here? By you, too, who if it were possible to collect all the innocent blood that you have shed in your unhallowed ministry in one great reservoir, your lordship might swim in it.

Lord Norbury ??I exhort you not to depart this life with such sentiments of rooted hostility to your country as those which you have expressed."

Emmet ? Let no man dare, when I am dead, to charge me with dishonour; let no man attaint my memory by believing that I could have engaged in any cause but that of my country?s liberty and independence; or that I could have become the pliant minion of power in the oppression and misery of my countrymen. The Proclamation of the Provisional Government speaks for my views; no inference can be tortured from it to countenance barbarity or debasement at home, or subjection, humiliation, or treachery from abroad. I would not have submitted to a foreign oppressor, for the same reason that I would resist the domestic tyrant. In the dignity of freedom, I would have fought upon the threshold of my country, and its enemy should only enter by passing over my lifeless corpse. And am I, who lived but for my country, who have subjected myself to the dangers of the jealous and watchful oppressor, and now to the bondage of the grave, only to give my countrymen their rights, and my country her independence ? am I to be loaded with calumny and not suffered to resent it? No, God forbid!

Here Lord Norbury told Emmet that his sentiments and language disgraced his family and his education, but more particularly his father, Dr Emmet, who was a man, if alive, that would not countenance such opinions.

To which Emmet replied ? If the spirits of the illustrious dead participate in the concerns and cares of those who were dear to them in this transitory life, O! ever dear and venerated shade of my departed father, look down with scrutiny upon the conduct of your suffering son, and see if I have, even for a moment, deviated from those principles of morality and patriotism which it was your care to instil into my youthful mind, and for which I am now about to offer up my life. My lords, you seem impatient for the sacrifice. The blood for which you thirst is not congealed by the artificial terrors which surround your victim [the soldiery filled and surrounded the Sessions House] ? it circulates warmly and unruffled through the channels which God created for noble purposes, but which you are now bent to destroy, for purposes so grievous that they cry to heaven. Be yet patient! I have but a few words more to say. I am going to my cold and silent grave; my lamp of life is nearly extinguished; my race is run; the grave opens to receive me, and I sink into its bosom.

I have but one request to ask at my departure from this world; it is ? THE CHARITY OF ITS SILENCE. Let no man write my epitaph; for as no man who knows my motives dare now vindicate them, let not prejudice or ignorance asperse them. Let them and me rest in obscurity and peace, and my name remain uninscribed, until other times and other men can do justice to my character. When my country takes her place among the nations of the earth, then, and not till then, let my epitaph be written. I have done.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Bold Robert Emmett
From: GUEST,Tom Burns, NJ - Irish born and raised
Date: 19 Jul 21 - 05:11 PM

Below are the lyrics that I downloaded after searching “lyrics for bold Robert Emmet “
Different artists use varied verses and some sing the last verse after two verses (like a chorus)… Good luck ?? with this great song!

The struggle is over, the boys are defeated
Old Ireland's surrounded with sadness and gloom
We were defeated and shamefuIIy treated
And I, Robert Emmet, awaiting my doom

Hung, drawn and quartered, sure that was my sentence
But soon I will show them no coward am I
My crime is the love of the land I was born in
A hero I lived and a hero I'll die

The barque lay at anchor awaiting to bring me
Over the billows to the land of the free
But I must see my sweetheart for I know she will cheer me
And with her I will sail far over the sea

But I was arrested and cast into prison
Tried as a traitor, a rebel, a spy
But no man can call me a knave or a coward
A hero I lived and a hero I'll die

Hark! the bell's A’tolling, I well know its meaning
My poor heart tells me it is my death knell
In come the clergy, the warder is leading
I have no friends here to bid me farewell

Goodbye, old Ireland, my parents and sweetheart
Companions in arms to forget you must try
I am proud of the honour, it was only my duty
A hero I lived and a hero I'll die

Bold Robert Emmet, the darling of Ireland
Bold Robert Emmet will die with a smile
Farewell companions both loyal and daring
I'll lay down my life for the Emerald Isle

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Bold Robert Emmett
From: Felipa
Date: 19 Jul 21 - 06:11 PM

a tragic tale https://www.dib.ie/biography/emmet-robert-a2921

Subject: RE: Origins: Bold Robert Emmet
From: Joe Offer
Date: 06 Jun 22 - 03:36 PM

Joe - do cleanup