Yes, the very same Peadar Kearney that wrote "Amhrán na bhFiann". Yes, I was today years old when I found that out, even though these are the words that come to mind every time I hear the tune of "O Tannenbaum".
Video - sung by Martin Whelan, Mick Lacey on banjo.
Video - sung by Martin Whelan, Mick Lacey on banjo.
| Labour's Call | |
| A clarion voice rings out aloud: | |
| Rise, brothers, rise 'tis labour's call; | |
| And you who fought from sire to son | |
| Stand forth the battle host among. | |
| "Rise, Irish workers, from your knees, | |
| Fling forth your banner to the breeze. | |
| See where its folds are tinged with red, | |
| Tis blood the Irish workers shed." | |
| The worker's death I'll get today | |
| When Connolly stood in war array, | |
| And sent aloft with volleys three | |
| The bright-hued flag of liberty. | |
| We send our hail to lands afar, | |
| Where'er our struggling brothers are: | |
| Each shattered crown and crumbling throne | |
| Is labour's call to claim their own. | |
| Our toiling millions claim their own | |
| From old Kinsale to Inishone; | |
| No hireling's share shall they enjoy | |
| But all therein from sea to sky. | |
| Defeat ne'er causes joy nor pain, | |
| We fought and fell and fought again, | |
| But now the final die is cast | |
| We fight for labour till the last. | |
| "Rise, Irish workers, from your knees, | |
| Fling forth your banner to the breeze. | |
| See where its folds are tinged with red, | |
| Tis blood the Irish workers shed." |
