‘Arlene’s Anthem’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.

‘Arlene’s Anthem’ [To be sung to the air of the Wild Rover] (Seósamh Ó Ceannáinn) © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved. I’ve been DUP leader for quite a few years, My electorate’s ragin’ and holding their ears I told Patrick Kielty on TV one night That a United Ireland would put me to flight And […]

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#OTD in 1807 – Birth of Sir Charles Edward Trevelyan, 1st Baronet, KCB, a British civil servant and Governor of Madras.

Trevelyan is referred to in the modern Irish folk song The Fields of Athenry about ‘An Gorta Mór’. For his actions, he is commonly considered one of the most detested figures in Irish history, along with the likes of Cromwell. Image | Charles Trevelyan accompanied by a poem written by Joe Canning Friends of Ireland! Please […]

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‘The Land Of Lonely Women’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.

‘The Land Of Lonely Women’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved. The harbour is silent now, ‘Tis only the seagulls that cry. Gone are the ghosts of yesteryear; Banished are the Botany bound manacled, Those that dared to feed their brood, That uprooted the master’s turnip, Gone are they to sore backs and sledgehammer. […]

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‘Mary Lou’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.

‘Mary Lou’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved. (A play on an old song – ‘Hello Mary Lou’) Joe Canning – ‘A Look At Ireland In Verse’ Hello Mary Lou, take them apart Sweet Mary Lou we all depend on you I know Mary Lou, you’re very smart, So come on Mary Lou break […]

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‘Haunting Souls’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved. 

‘Haunting Souls’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved. The soles of my feet are in heaven, Basking in the warm glow of turf flame. Wafting scents from a million year sod; Give pleasure to the welcoming nostril; The remainder ascends to the cosmos Ancient peat hisses in gentle disintegration. The Titan that is Earth […]

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‘Martha’s Final Teardrop’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.

‘Martha’s Final Teardrop’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved. In a cold room of whispering lips, A small glint of sunlight dressed her face. Like a heavenly ray it brought colour to her Frail and wasted anaemic cheekbones. She used to scold us for calling her Martha. ‘I’m your mother and never forget that’. […]

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‘Final Bonfire’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved. 

‘Final Bonfire’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved. Here in this small corner of my very troubled land, Crocodiles and dinosaurs bite off each others hands. We have vipers spitting poison as they linger in the past. And the mention of a name can tell if you are church or Mass. They fight o’er […]

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