SING of the O`Rahilly, Do not deny his right; Sing a "the` before his name; Allow that he, despite All those learned historians, Established it for good; He wrote out that word himself, He christened himself with blood. How goes the weather? Sing of the O`Rahilly That had such little sense He told Pearse and Connolly He`d gone to great expense Keeping all the Kerry men Out of that crazy fight; That he might be there himself Had travelled half the night. How goes the weather? "Am I such a craven that I should not get the word But for what some travelling man Had heard I had not heard?` Then on pearse and Connolly He fixed a bitter look: "Because I helped to wind the clock I come to hear it strike.` How goes the weather? What remains to sing about But of the death he met Stretched under a doorway Somewhere off Henry Street; They that found him found upon The door above his head "Here died the O`Rahilly. R.I.P.` writ in blood. How goes the weather.?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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