When I Die Dublin Will Be Written

I Will Not Say Nothing. I Will Defend My Church And My Religion When It Is Insulted And Spit On.

Let My Country Die For Me.

The Pleasures Of Love Lasts But A Fleeting But The Pledges Of Life Outlusts A Lieftime.

Desire's Wind Blasts The Thorntree But After It Becomes From A Bramblebush To Be A Rose Upon The Rood Of Time.

Man And Woman, Love, What Is It? A Cork And A Bottle.