The End
By Grace Donald, 2nd Year
When he stood by the doorway
And kissed me goodbye
I felt in my heart
That he wasn’t alright
The look in his eyes
Showed sadness and fear
As though it was the last time
He’d ever be here
I’ll be back my dear
But this was a lie
This was the end
His last goodbye
He met with the brigade
So from there they went
To fight for freedom
And stand up like men
In battle he was wounded
And to the castle was taken
Before he was found
And brought to Kilmainham
As he stood by the Gaol
There was no fear on his face
He had fought for his country
He was no disgrace
It was there they shot him
And it was all over
No suffering in pain
The end of my lover
Now all I have left
To remember him by
Is his blood soaked shirt
And his deep blue eyes
That shirt tells a story
Of all the tears shed
Of battles won and lost
And of all our men dead
The wives that are widowed
The heartbroken mothers
They did Ireland proud
And fought for each other
Our men will be remembered
For their service given
And the blood shed
For Ireland’s freedom.
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