Here you will find the Poem Roger Casement of poet Padraic Colum
THEY have hanged Roger Casement to the tolling of a bell, Ochone, och, ochone, ochone! And their Smiths, and their Murrays, and their Cecils say it's well, Ochone, och, ochone, ochone! But there are outcast peoples to lift that spirit high, Flayed men and breastless women who laboured fearfully, And they will lift him, lift him, for the eyes of God to see, And it's well, after all, Roger Casement! They've ta'en his strangled body from the gallows to the pit, Ochone, och, ochone, ochone! And the flame that eats into it, the quicklime, brought to it, Ochone, och, ochone, ochone! To waste that noble stature, the grave and brightening face, In which courtesy and kindliness had eminence of place, But they they'll die to dust which the wind will take a-pace, While 'twas yours to die to fire, Roger Casement!
