The following is the last stanza of a poem written by Dominic Crilly to commemorate the 50th Anniversary of the Easter Rising of 1916:
There were no deaths in Dublin on that
Easter day some fifty-years ago
Such music makers cannot die
As many mercenary soldiers do
With battles lost or won.
They have but set the music to a song
That ever holds us bound,
Yet leaves us ever free.
Like Pearse of Plunkett,
MacDonagh and MacDiamada,
Ceannt and Clarke
And Connolly.
