‘Republicans are We’ to the air of ‘The Soldiers Song’
Manuscript transcript of song ‘Republicans are We’ to the air of ‘The Soldiers’ Song’. The first verse reads: ‘When bravely we’d fought our land to free Our Tricolour flying o’ar us, The ancient foe for peace did seek, From I.R.A. victorious Our envoys went to London town And there, let our Republic down; But still, till Freedom battle’s won Republicans are We’.
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- Level of description
- Item
- Date
- c.1922
- Reference
- 8
- Extent and medium
- 2 pp; Manuscript
- Scope and content
- Manuscript transcript of song ‘Republicans are We’ to the air of ‘The Soldiers’ Song’. The first verse reads: ‘When bravely we’d fought our land to free Our Tricolour flying o’ar us, The ancient foe for peace did seek, From I.R.A. victorious Our envoys went to London town And there, let our Republic down; But still, till Freedom battle’s won Republicans are We’.
- Repository
- Irish Capuchin Archives
- Context
- Irish Capuchin Archives > Capuchin Papers relating to the Irish Revolution > The Papers of Fr. Albert Bibby OFM Cap. > Commemorative and Souvenir Publications
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Extracted Mentions
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Sample passages
- In prison dark, on hill or field
- Air - The Soldiers Long.
- Our envoys went to London town
Full Transcript (OCR, 1 pages)
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Page 1
CA/(R) 1/1/6/8 Republicans are we. Air - The Soldiers Long. I. When bravely we'd fought our land to feel Our Tricolour, flying acr us, The ancient foe for peace did seek, From D. R. A. victorious. Our envoys went to London town And there, let our Republic down; But still, till Freedom battle's won, Republicans are we. Chorus. Steadfast are we In faith to the They, dear the Ireland. Republic, To Thee our oath we've given As D. R. A. To serve our ancient Ireland And free Thee from despot and from slave To Gall our fathers neir would yield, To Gallish slaves we neir shall yield, In prison dark, on hill or field Republicans are we. II Though Bishops seek, with Knavish men, While cowards join the Chorus, From oath and fealty, to win Our hearts, to Her that bore us; Boy Haith and Fatherland we stand. False Churchman's threat nor murder band Shall grake us, neither heart nor hand Republicans are we. [P.T.O]