The Manchester Martyrs — A Ballad of Allen, Larkin and O’Brien

A ballad remembering the Manchester Martyrs—William Philip Allen, Michael Larkin, and Michael O’Brien—whose execution in 1867 became a rallying point for Irish nationalism. Sung for generations, it captures the grief, defiance, and reverence that surrounded their deaths and helped cement their place in rebel-song tradition as symbols of sacrifice for Ireland.

The Manchester Martyrs — A Ballad of Allen, Larkin and O’Brien Lyrics

was in November.
I will remember [music]
two noble heroes to Manchester King.
It [music] was their intention, as I now
will mention,
to free old Ireland from her [music]
tyrants chain.
The police viewed them as if they knew
them and to pursue [music] them. They
did not fail.
They did surround them with handcuffs
[music] bound them and march them
prisoners to the county jail. [music]

When Allan heard that those men were
taken
[music] to override and Larkin, he
quickly flew
saying [music] for Colonel Kelly, my
heart is breaking.
Oh, noble [music] heroes,
what shall we do?
They went together [music] with one
another and like loyal brothers they did
agree
saying let every man [music] go up to
the van and break it open and set them
free.

But now kind friends,
what [music] followed after
those men were [singing] taken.
As you may [music] see,
both judge and jury soon found them
guilty
and they died martyrs for [music] their
country.

It was sad upon [music]
that fatal morning when their friends
assembled to bid farewell.
The choir chanted [music]
or a pron
and they joined chorus in their dreary
cells. [music]

The clock struck gate and their friends
departed. [singing]
When the [music] wicked hangman he did
appear,
then they [music] raised their heads and
they kissed each other,
[music]
for they knew their time it was drawing
near.

When on the [music] scaffold they looked
around them, not a son of air [music]
was to be seen.
Although for miles they came in
thousands
to see those martyrs die for [music] the
green.

Oh, [music] their graves are made in
holy Ireland
and holy angels
[music] around them stand.
St. Patrick made them with his [music]
joyous blessing.
You’re welcome heroes to our [music]
heavenly land.
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