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‘Neutral Ireland in World War II’
These ‘EIRE’ signs were placed across Ireland so that German bombers didn’t mistake the country for Britain.
Abandoned farmstead in Skibbereen, County Cork, left behind by victims of the Potato famine
Skibbereen - Irish Folk Song
O, Father dear, I ofttimes heard you talk of Erin’s Isle
Her valleys green, her lofty scene, her mountains rude and wild
You said it was a pleasant place wherein a prince might dwell
Why have you then forsaken her, the reason to me tell?
My son, I loved our native land with energy and pride
Until a blight fell on the land and sheep and cattle died
The rents and taxes were to pay, I could not them redeem
And that’s the cruel reason why I left Old Skibbereen
It’s well I do remember on a bleak November’s day
The landlord and his agent came to drive us all away
He set my house on fire with his demon yellow spleen
And that’s another reason why I left Old Skibbereen
Your mother, too, God rest her soul, lay on the snowy ground
She fainted in her anguish of the desolation round
She never rose, but went her way from life to death’s long dream
And found a quiet grave,
my boy, in lovely Skibbereen
It’s well I do remember the year of forty-eight
When we arose with Erin’s boys to fight against our fate
I was hunted through the mountains as a traitor to the Queen
And that’s another reason that I left Old Skibbereen
Oh father dear, the day will come when vengeance loud will call
And we’ll arise with Erin’s boys and rally one and all
I’ll be tbe man to lead the van, beneath our flag of green
And loud and high we’ll raise the cry, “Revenge for Skibbereen!”
A 12th century round tower from Timahoe, Laois, Ireland
Flag carried by the United Irishmen at the Battle of Arklow, 1798 Rebellion
Galway Aquarium, Salthill Promenade, Galway Cathedral, the bus tour of the city with the fella who’s really unprofessional and yells at people in the street in the middle of the tour, Galway City Museum and why not pop out to the Gaeltacht or Aran Islands too.
Any suggestions from the rest of ye?
