eiri amach na casca br (the Easter rising) br br The Proclamation had met with silence, br he must have known the fight was lost, br But, Connolly, faithful to the Cause, br Was accepting of its cost. br br They took the Green, The inns of Court, br the Post on Sackville Street br De Valera stood at Bolandʼ s mill br the place where five roads meet. br br Their commander, Pearse, a scholar, br Apportioned his menʼ s lives, br To garrison each strong point br Till the British would arrive. br br Their tactics were pure suicide- br They could not hope to stand, br But their strategy was brilliant br Meant to rouse a sleeping land. br br Sure to die of a snipers bullet- br Or a British firing squad br These unabashed Republicans br Held out against long odds.. br br Bloodied by the Rebel guns, br The foe paid dear for ground br The general post office was in flames br as their gunboats shelled our town. br br The week crawled past and Dublin burned br The post Office glowed White hot br Pearse watched his troop dwindle and fade. br Faint from shell and shock.. br br br They gave up to be crucified br In Imperial British fashion br And by dying saved their country. br Their deaths brought her resurrection. br br The British with their firing squad br Could ready, aim and fire. br The Brotherhood by dying br Could persuade, convince, inspire br br From the graves of these patriot men br Was an Irish nation grown. br Their struggle at the post office br Still captured in itsʼ stone.br br John F.