I came upon the marchers

Down by Finglas Road

With the ghost of Michael Collins

In every banner’s fold

In shrill austere defiance

To match the weathers bray

I felt their burning anger

And watched them pass away

Too few, I thought, to fight a war

But truly poignant still

Reminded me of families

Who stood at Vinegar Hill

Many steps on the road, maybe

As then, as even now

Some will press on to realise

A United Irish vow

Lest we forget or rest too long

In the comfort of our homes

The marching generations

Recall what ghosts have known

I’ll never fully understand

Or burn with hunger’s passion

But I’ll confess I’ve shed a tear

For Ireland’s long rebellion