03/04/2017.Reading time 1 minute.
’Twas Eight-Hour Day, and proudly Old Labour led the way; The drums were bearing loudly, The crowded streets were gay; But something touched my heart like pain, I could not check the sigh That rose within my bosom when The Irish Flag went by. Bright flags were raised about it And one of them my […]
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01/04/2016.Reading time 1 minute.
’Twas Eight-Hour Day, and proudly Old Labour led the way; The drums were bearing loudly, The crowded streets were gay; But something touched my heart like pain, I could not check the sigh That rose within my bosom when The Irish Flag went by. Bright flags were raised about it And one of them my […]
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