The Faded Ribbon Poem by Sharon Collins

I kept the faded ribbon
He held within his hand
His name I hear in every song
still played in Orange bands

A bowler hat, a beating drum
King William, proud and gay
Lest we forget the mothers son
Laid Green beneath the clay

Casement, Pearce and Connolly
A boy named Bobby Sands
Were branded, named a traitor
For fighting for their lands
Lest we forget this poppy day
to whom the British handed guns
And spare a thought for Ireland
and her native sons.

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