No craven dirge of sorrow
Our hearts will sing to-day,
No whinings for the morrow
Or for ages passed away;
But a song of bold rejoicing
That the seed by our martyrs sown
Has sprung to bloom by the lonely tomb
Of our own unconquered Tone !

O, brave young men of Eirinn !
Be steadfast, leal and true,
Be generous in your daring
For the cause of Roisin Dubh;
Be hers in joy and sorrow,
Even though you stand alone
For the stainless Right, 'gainst England's might,
Like our own unconquered Tone !

His fame is in your keeping,
To hold without a stain,
Till freedom's fires are leaping
- From every hill and plain;
Till Ireland's battle slogan
Shall reach to the despot's throne,
And swords aflame shall trace the name
Of our own unconquered Tone !

A Song of Tone - Brian Ó hUigínn (Brian O'Higgins)

"Even Al Smith made reference, although jokingly, to this political shift when he spoke at a 1934 fund-raising dinner to aid the Jews in Germany. "All my life," he said, "I've been hearing about the plight of the poor Jews some place in the world .... As I look around the room tonight, I see the Governor here, Herby Lehman. He's Jewish. Take the Mayor, he's half Jewish. The President of the Board of Aldermen, my old job, Bernie Deutsch, he's Jewish and so is Sam Levy, the Borough President of Manhattan. I'm beginning to wonder if someone shouldn't do something for the poor Irish, here in New York."

Neighbors in Conflict: The Irish, Germans, Jews, and Italians of New York City, 1929-1941 - Ronald H. Bayor (1988)

The ancient institution of professional story-telling held its ground both in Ireland and in Scotland down to a very recent period; and it is questionable if it be even yet quite extinct. Within my own memory, this sort of entertainment was quite usual among the farming classes of the south of Ireland. The family and workmen, and any neighbours that chose to drop in, would sit round the kitchen fire after the day's work—or perhaps gather in a barn on a summer or autumn evening—to listen to some local shanachie reciting one of his innumerable Gaelic tales.

Old Celtic Romances - P.W. Joyce (1920)

We're aware that not everyone who enters university is a political subversive in the making or there to get a useless degree at great expense; many pursue higher education simply for the purpose of maximising their God given gifts and to improve society. Our activists therefore made sure to strike the educational, recreational and residential centres of the area, broadcasting our message as much as possible to the young, gifted future of our people.
May they reject the subversive poison that is endemic in these institutions and use their higher education for a truly higher purpose; service to their Nation and Race
Erin Go Bragh 🫡

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Look back through the pages of our story-not the false tale given to the world by our one enemy and even still believed by Anglicised Irishmen-and in the darkness of every night of woe you will see some heroic, humble figure holding aloft the lantern of hope, inspiring the leal and unselfish to hold out until comes the first glimmering of the dawn, saying to those who will listen that never yet has our cause gone down in utter defeat, that never yet has Ireland surrendered to her enemy and admitted that the long struggle for the right against the wrong was ended finally and forever. There has been a sentinel watching unwearyingly through every starless night-each one a link in the chain of remembrance and fidelity-and that chain has never once been broken. That is why we have survived as a nation, a wounded nation, a bleeding nation, a pain-filled nation, a heart-sore nation, a mourning nation, but a nation unconquered and unsubdued.

Wolfe Tone Annual 1956 - Brian Ó hUigínn (Brian O'Higgins)