Till Alla Glömda Hjältar

The Landlord's agents standing with their crowbars in their hands
Four little children watch the fire and do not understand
Just another family evicted from their home
And the memory never faded for one brave man from Mayo.
He grew up in an English town and ideas filled his head
He read about John Mitchell and what Fintan Lalor said
How the landed gentry with their property unearned
Took the food from millions gave them famine in return
Michael Davidd was nineteen when he joined the IRB
But the police they arrested him in 1870
And the lies of the informer sent Michael Davitt down
For fifteen years in Dartmoor as a traitor to the crown
The Landlord and his agent wrote Davitt from his cell
For selfishness and cruelty have no parallel
And the one thing they're entitled to these idle thoroughbreds
Is a one way ticket out of here third class to Holyhead
After seven years and seven months this convict was released
His spirit was unbroken his commitment but increased
And with one clear call he then unveiled his plan
We'll form a mighty Land League and we'll nationalise the land
O Forgotten hero in poverty you came
But you never looked for riches and you never looked for fame
The interests of the common man it was your life's aim
Forgotten Hero never vanquishes in the struggle
The rain lashed down all summer and filled the people's heart with fear
And the harvest was the worst since the dreadful Famine years
But the Land League's Monster Meeting showed the farmers they were strong
And if we all stick together, boys, it won't take very long
Out the ruins of the cottage where he first he drew his breath
Davitt said I hope that I may have pleasure yet
Of trampling on the ruins of this greedy useless band
And driving landlordism from the shores of Ireland
With Parnell as its leader the land war held his course
Hold the rent and hold the harvest they can't evict us all
And Davitt crossed the ocean saying give what you can spare
And the Irish in Amerikay they paid up their full share
But not for the first time and neither for the last
The Dublin Castle Bishops nailed their colours to the mast
And the Altars rang with warnings, respect the law we say
For these Fenians and these Socialists are leading you astray
With the laws of Private Property and the army at his back
Buckshot Forster then arrested all the leaders of the pack
In the Hallowed House of Commons the Gents did cheer and howl
When they heard that Michael Davitt was safely back in jail
And the treaty of Kilmainham Parnell threw it all away
It was the turning point in his career and he turned the wrong way
And the revolution missed its chance with victory in its sight
And fell down like a house of cards collapsing overnight
Davitt saw the Land war as the first step down the track
And he hoped to see the end of the Queen and the end of Union Jack
And I hope some tremor reached him where he lies in bleak Mayo
When they raised the Harp without the Crown above the GPO
O Forgotten Hero in peace may you rest
Your heart was always with the poor and the oppressed
A prison cell could never quell the courage you possessed
Forgotten Hero never vanquishes in the struggle

Alla måste slåss till sista blodsdroppen för de svagaste i samhället! Och lyssna på Patrick Street´s "Irish times"! En sagolik blandning av irländsk folkmusik och hippiemusik!

Men, du? Går irländsk nationalism och socialism ihop? Japp! Då blir det RÖD-GRÖN RÖRA! Slaìnte!