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Mid the green glens of Antrim Saint Patrick oft prayed, Ere Danesor vile Saxons Our land did invade; The faith of our Patron Is still burning bright Where Casement was born And first saw the light. With such light he advanced To redeem our fair land From the throes and the wiles Of a cruel […]

With the coming of Easter all hearts throb with cheer, As we hail our loved Banba with greetings sincere. And renew our allegiance within the true fold, Of an Irish Republic – the Green, White and Gold. We fear not for Banba whilst she has brave sons, Who dread not Free Staters, invaders or Huns. […]

(written in the Curragh Camp) in 1921. My dearest Maura, I’m sadly pining, Where summers beauty is ever drear. But the star of love is still brightly shining, Although I’m parted from you my dear. Oh, I miss the charms and fond embrace, Of the only colleen that’s dear to me. But none on earth […]

Published in Old Moore’s Almanac.1926 Rebus by Patrick Tunney, Derrykillew, Westport. Respectfully dedicated to Tom Collins, Cong, peter Connor, Cloona, Bill Spooner, Broadwell and all my old true, and esteemed Frongoch companions. My best regards I tender thee, true friends and comrades all – From the heart-clad slopes of Kerry to the braes of Donegal. […]

Published in Old Moore’s Almanac 1925. Charade to Messrs. Tom Morrin, P.J. Browne and Geo. P. Sweeney, Ballycroy, in reply By Patrick Tunney, Derrykillew, Westport. Some cultured bards; some sages bright and many gifted seers Have asked why I was dormant for seven weary years? Well, why my humble pen was stilled, I fully will […]

Special to the “Mayo News” Westport, in perpetuation of the sacred memory of the late Josie Gill, The Quay, Westport, who in ’16 suffered much for the sake o slavery-bound Rosaleen; when banished from Ireland he was a man amongst men, – Pray for his Eternal reward. May he rest in Peace. Dedicated to his […]

Published in the Mayo News Saturday, August , 1924. I’m longing, ever longing, Longing for lone West Mayo. With its rills and lofty mountains, Heath-clad hills and gushing fountains. Ah, my heart is ever longing, To be back in West Mayo. I’m longing, ever longing, Longing for another day. When upon the field of danger, […]