The Real Irish

Horowhenua Chronicle, 30 June 1916, Page 2

The Real Irish

l'rivato Michael Flaunigan is hammering the ioeanan. From a line of British trench beplastered thick with "minnies^; Private Michael Flaunigan in courage yields to no man; You will find, him blithe and gay however rile the din is. Private Michael Flannigan its out for death qr glory Where beneath the haiit oT steel the parapet is flying, Adding yet another page to Ireland's splendid story Written in the blood of those whose fame shall be undying. Private Pat O'Sullivan is starving with the hunger 11. a German prison camp, his spirit yet unbroken. Oh I you (should have heard hihi curse the dirty treason-monger, Proffering him bread and gold to wear the Kaiser's tokeh I There-be Ireland's own true sons, who keep her honour ever, Sure the bravest tree that grows may have a branch that's rotten ; Tales of them shall point the way to glorious endevour When the little traitor crowd is perished and forgotten! —"Touchstone," in London Daily Mail.