Deora agus Dóchas AONAD 8 A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainham With their heads uncovered they knelt on the ground For inside that grim prison lay a brave Irish Soldier ID: 503666
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Daortha, Deora agus Dóchas
AONAD 8Slide2
A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainham, With their heads uncovered they knelt on the ground, For inside that grim prison lay a brave Irish Soldier, His life for his Country about to lay down, He
went to his death like a true son of Ireland, The firing party he bravely did face, Then the order rang out: "Present arms, fire," James Connolly fell into a ready made grave.
The black flag they hoisted, the cruel deed was over, Gone was a man who loved Ireland so well,
There was many a sad heart in Dublin that morning,
When they murdered James Connolly, the Irish Rebel.
Chonaic
mise
Daid ag caoineadh…
(
Cliceáil
anseo
chun
an t-
amhrán
a
chloisteáil
.)Slide3
Scliúchas ag an teach
scoileSlide4
An Captaen Fred
Dietrichsen● 33 bliana d’aois● Beatrice Mitchell● beirt
pháistí óga●
Sherwood Forester
● Dún Laoghaire●
An Charraig
Dhubh● s
cliúchas ag an
scoilSlide5
Curtha
chun
báis
-
Bealtaine
1916
Curtha chun báis…
Lúnasa
1916Slide6
I do not grudge them; Lord I do not grudge My two strong sons that I have seen go outTo break their strength and die, they and a few,In bloody protest for a glorious thing.They shall be spoken of among their people,The generations shall remember them,And call them blessed;But I will speak their names to my own heart
In the long nights;The little names that were familiar onceRound my dead hearth.Lord, thou art hard on mothers:We suffer in their coming and their going;And though I grudge them not, I weary, weary
Of the long sorrow -- And yet I have my joy:My sons were faithful, and they fought.
Máthair
a
bhí
croíbhriste
The MotherSlide7
Tomás
agus MurielSlide8
GRACEAs we gather in the chapel here in old Kilmainham Jail I think about these past few weeks, oh will they say we've failed? From our school days they have told us we must yearn for liberty Yet all I want in this dark place is to have you here with me. Oh Grace just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger They'll take me out at dawn and I will die
With all my love I place this wedding ring upon your finger There won't be time to share our love for we must say goodbye. Now I know it's hard for you my love to ever understand The love I shared for these brave men, the love for my dear land But when glory called me to his side down in the GPO
I had to leave my own sick bed, to him I had to go …Oh Grace..Now as the dawn is breaking, my heart is breaking too
On this May morn as I walk out, my thoughts will be of you
And I'll write some words upon the wall so everyone will know I loved so much that I could see his blood upon the rose.
Oh, Grace just hold
…
S
eosamh agus Grace
(
Cliceáil
anseo
chun
an t-
amhrán
a
chloisteáil
.)Slide9
Báibín
nua agus a
Daid
imithe….Slide10
Tomás ÁghasSlide11
Daortha chun báis…
c
illín
príosúin
an
litir
roimh bhásgafa
!
Scaoileadh
Éamon
saor
an
lá
tar
éis
dó
an
litir
a
scríobhSlide12
rugadh é i Meiriceá, 1882phós sé Sinéad, 1910i Muileann Boland, 1916
daortha chun báis – scaoileadh saor
sa
phríosún
i Sasana, 1918d’éalaigh
le heochair
, 1919Uachtarán
, 1959 go 1973fuair
bás i 1975, aois 92… agus críoch an-sonaSlide13
Bhí fís againn do Phoblacht na hÉireann agus bhí dóchas
againn go n-éireodh linn.An Chuntaois Markievicz (an chéad bhean sa
pharlaimint, bhásaigh i 1927)Táim
ag fáil bháis
ach mé
ag
súil go bhfuil Éire
níos fearr anois ná mar a bhí Éire cheana. Mícheál Ó Mealláin (cuireadh chun báis é, Bealtaine 1916)Bhí na piléir ag titim mar a thiteann an bháisteach,
ní
raibh
aon
bhealach
éalaithe
againn
.
An
Dochtúir
Caitlín
Lynn (thug
sí
airm
go BÁC i 1914,
bhásaigh
i 1955)
Chuidigh
mé
leis an
gclog
a
thochras
–
éistfidh
mé
anois
leis an
gclog
ag
bualadh
.
An
Rathailleach
, (
mharaigh
piléar
é
ar
29
Aibreán
1916)
An
lá
roimh
Dhomhnach
Cásca
,
agus
clog an
Aingil
ag bualadh, tharraing mo chéile mé chuige féin agus dúirt sé go raibh na hÓglaigh chun tosú ag troid.Áine Ceannt, céile Éamoinn(cuireadh Éamonn chun báis, Bealtaine 1916)
Smaointe
agus
DóchasSlide14
An Gairdín
CuimhneacháinSlide15
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