This song was the song that Cathal Brugha sung during the Easter rising while he was allowing his comrades to flee. He stayed behind, shooting at British soldiers while singing this song. He survived, but had a permanent limp afterwards. He later did the same thing during the Irish civil war. Unfortunately he died from his wounds from that.
Yes that's correct. Got bless your knowledge of history. He was stationed at James hospital, rialto side. He was pinned down but started singing this song and shooting. It worked cause he repulsed some Tommy's
I was just reading an article about this: "Brugha was badly wounded and lay unable to leave. Ceannt was mistakenly told that Brugha was dead. Brugha weak from loss of blood continue to fire upon the enemy and then suddenly the Volunteers heard the voice of Brugha singing "God Save Ireland". "In one of the most dramatic scenes of Easter Week, Eamonn Ceannt crept on bended knees to the side of this comrade. He found him lying in a pool of his own blood. The two men embraced and Cathal said "Let us sing 'God Save Ireland', Eamonn. Then he collapsed. But he had held up the enemy's advance for 4 hours."
I must have heard hundreds of versions of God Save Ireland over the years, but none as majestic as this version with a full orchestra, thanks for uploading 💚🤍🧡
fun fact this was first a confederate song called "Southron's Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!" the lyrics was changed to what you may know as "Jesus loves the little children" and i just found out ireland has used this as well. may God be with yall!
@@slimeguy3437 No problem, also some viewers might also recognize it as the children Gospel song 'Jesus Loves the Little Children' (Dear viewers please don't turn this into a theology debate:))
Funny that,my English ancestors, in Ireland ended up hateing the union,because the leadership were imperialists,now Globalists,doing inverted imperialism, in to your country and mine.
@@arisuryaramadhan2427 As in memory for bobby sands, the persians changed the name the street that the british embassy was on to bobby sands street and also you can find many irish flags.
@Glaubt JESUS Glaubt GOTT Ireland wasn't on the Axis, they were officially neutral and fictionally helped the allies without officially joining. They even got bombed for it, look up the Belfast Blitz.
"Girt around with cruel foes, still their courage proudly rose, for they thoughts of hearts that loved them far and near. Of the millions true and brave, o'er the ocean's swelling wave and the friends in holy Ireland ever dear" What a beautiful and power composition of lyrics!
And Jesus loves the little children, All the children of the world. Red and yellow, black and white, all are precious in his sight, Jesus loves the little children of the world. A Sunday school hymn which would have been familiar at the time.
@@revinhatol i mean if you want us to stay out we will leave just don’t expect us to protect you Europeans and also expect your economy to be slightly worse cause of all the tourists gone and a large part of your population gone to
I am Finnish and I love to hear Irish figt songa! You know we are the only folks in Europe that never bowed down to anyone else, no matter how frightening and strong.. AND we have ever won! Suomalainen ylpeys! Irish pride!
Thank you Jackie. I studied your country briefly when I was reading about ww2. God bless the Finnish people. You kicked the piss outta Russia, well done
@@jk-gb4et You don't know your history clearly, Whilst the USSR had technically been established, it wasn't a nation but a committee of nations and ethnic rights within the soviet union and in some external former imperial territories, it wasn't until the April treaty signalling WW2s end, that the Ex-territories were completely unified into the nation with tributary governments. But idiot go off I guess!??!?!?!?!?!?!
“All of us are going after now. Believe that we have saved the soul of Ireland. That we have struck the first successful blow to freedom and that freedom is coming. But between this and freedom, Ireland will go through Hell. But Ireland will never lie down again.” “I and my fellow signatories believe that we have struck the first successful blow for freedom. The next blow, which we have no doubt Ireland will strike, will win through. In this belief, we die happy.” - Tom Clarke. “Rougher than death, the road I choose. Yet shall my feet not walk astray. Though dark, my way I shall not lose, for this way is the darkest way. Now have I chosen in the dark, the desolate way to walk alone, yet strive to keep alive one spark of your known grace and grace unknown. And when I leave you, lest my love should seal your spirit’s ark with clay, spread your bright wings, O Shining Dove. But my way is the darkest way.” “I am very happy I am dying for the Glory of God and the Honor of Ireland.” - Joseph Mary Plunkett. “I, before paying the penalty of death for my love of Ireland and abhorrence of her slavery, desire to make known to all my fellow countrymen that I die as I have lived, bearing no malice to any man and in perfect peace with Almighty God. The principles for which I give my life are so sacred that I now walk to my death in the most calm and collected manner. I meet death for Ireland’s cause as I have worked for the same cause all my life. God save Ireland!” - Seán MacDiarmada. “I am to die at dawn. I am ready to die, when I thank God that I die in so holy a cause. For myself, I have no regret. The one bitterness that death has for me is the separation it brings from my beloved wife, Murial. And my beloved children, Donna and Barbara. It breaks my heart to think that I shall never see my children again. But I have not wept or mourned. I counted the cost of this and I’m ready to pay it. Murial has been sent for here. I do not know if she can come. She may have no one to take to the children while she is coming. If she does. My dearest love, Murial. Thank you a million times for all you have been to me. I have only one trouble in leaving life: Leaving you so. Be brave, darling. But for your suffering, this would be all joy and glory. Goodbye, your loving husband.” - Thomas MacDonagh. “To my poor son, Rónán, from his father who is to be executed tomorrow, for Ireland. Take good care of your mother. God help you and may He give you a long and happy life. May God free Ireland.” “Aíne, my wife. Keep this in memory of me, Aíne, my love. Tell Rónán I’m dying for Ireland. When he is older, he will understand. My dearest Aíne. My poor little sweetheart of how many years ago? Ever my comforter. God comfort you now. What can I say? I die a noble death for Ireland’s freedom. Have hope, my love. Stay strong until we meet again in Heaven. You and I and poor little Rónán. Adieu.” “Ireland has shown she is a nation. In the years to come, Ireland will honor those who risked all for her honor, at Easter 1916.” - Eamonn Ceannt. “One man can free a people. As One Man redeemed the world. I will take no break. I will go into battle with bare hands. I will stand up before the gall, as Christ hung before men on a tree, and I say to my people’s masters: Beware. Beware of the thing that is to come. Beware of the risen people who shall take what you would not give.” “This is the death I should have asked for if God had given me the choice of all deaths: To die a soldier’s death for Ireland and for freedom. We have done right. People will say hard things of us now, but later on they will praise us.” - Padraig Pearse.
God save Ireland The boys are marching All the children of the children Weather on the scaffold high They are precious in his sight Of the free land in our own beloved home
W skrócie Lyrics God save Ireland, said the heroes God save Ireland, said they all Whether on the scaffold high Or the battlefield we die Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall High upon the gallows tree swung the noble hearted three By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom But they met him face to face with the courage of their race And they went with souls undaunted to their doom God save Ireland, said the heroes God save Ireland, said they all Whether on the scaffold high Or the battlefield we die Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall Climbed they up the rugged stair, rang their voices out in prayer Then with England's fatal cord around them cast Close beside the gallows tree kissed like brothers lovingly True to home and faith and freedom to the last God…
Scotland used to actually be split up between the Picts and Gaels (Gaels from Ireland). And they later merged. That's why we have such similar languages
