I'm a fenian (fenian noun 1. a member of an Irish revolutionary organization founded in New York in 1858, which worked for the establishment of an independent Irish republic.
2. (in late Irish legends) a member of a group of warriors always ready to defend Ireland against its enemies. )
and a musician, and a poet

1916 - by sean harper, based of a dream of the rising
(co written by barden Odaugherty, once leader of the fenians O county Hell)


One crystal morning
Alight from the dawn
I know I'll never see
My beloved Fionn

Her lips they were of ruby's
her eyes of jade
her voice it was the spring breeze
blowing my way

but now I sit here waiting
my gun in my hand
I know, for I am gutshot
my life come to end

I see myself a boy
Grown strong and tall
My daughters they all run away
my wife I've never know

And now I sit here dying
my gun in my hand
I know for I am gutshot
my life come to end

but I am a fenian soldier
and my work it is not yet
I've 50 or more english bastards
to bury this day o' the sun

like cowards they came to surround us
on a not quite so blessed easter morn
I leveled the first couple easy
but I've taken that last bullet in scorn

to my daughter I leave only memories
and a hope that you'll never forget
to my wife I leave only sorrow
and the hope that I'll one day return

but I am a fenian soldier
I was bred ever brave strong and true
but I sit her in the cold mud
with so much work still here to do.