‘Socialist Republican Peoples Party’ Poster

“It is inevitable, as night follows day, that the marginalised and oppressed will retaliate. These actions may not be conscious political actions but they will certainly be directed at the force that they most clearly see as the enemy.”

No Justice No Peace

No Justice No Peace

A poster from the little known  Socialist Republican Peoples Party.  The SRPP were a small group of Cork city based activists who broke from Sinn Féin due to their change in direction around ’98/’99 who later went on to form the Rebel City Collective.

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Edward Walsh Plaque, Princes St.

Edward Walsh, Poet, School teacher and Young Irelander.

Below the Plaque on Princes St. to the Young Irelander Edward Walsh

Edward Walsh 1805-1850 Patriot and Poet and member of the Young Ireland Movement his writing drew deeply on the Gaelic Tradition, he died in this house..."

Edward Walsh 1805-1850 Patriot and Poet and member of the Young Ireland Movement his writing drew deeply on the Gaelic Tradition, he died in this house…”

John Mitchell in his Famous  Jail Journal  refers to secret meeting with Edward Walsh on Spike Island:

” 3oth.-My turnkey, who is desired to never leave me, I find to be good, quiet sort of creature. He is some kind of Dissenter, hums psalm-tunes almost under his breath, and usually stays as far away from me as our bounds will allow him. There is a door in the high wall leading to an other inclosure and as i was taking a turn though my territory today, the turnkey was near that door, and he said to me in a low voice – “this way sir, if you please”; he held the door open and i passed through, and immediately a tall, gentleman-like person, in black but rather over-worn clothes, came up to me and grasped both my hands with every demonstration of reverence. I knew his face, but could not at first remember who he was;  he was Edward Walsh author of “Mo Chraoibhin Chno”, and other sweet songs  and some very musical translations from old Irish Ballads. Tears stood in his eyes as he told me he had contrived to get an oppurtunity of seeing and shaking hands with me before i should leave Ireland. I asked him what he was doing at Spike Island, and he told me that had accepted the office of teacher to a school they keep here for small convicts a very wretched office, indeed, and to a shy sensitive creature like Walsh, it must be daily torture. He stooped down and kissed my hands. “Ah !” he said ” you are now the man in all Ireland most to be envied” I answered that i thought there might be room for difference of opinion about that; and then after another kind word or two, being warned by my turnkey, i bade him farewell and retreated into my own den.  Poor Walsh! He has a family of young children; he seems broken in health and spirits. Ruin has been on his traces for years, and i think has him in the wind at last. There are more content Galley slaves moiling at Spike than the schoolmaster. Perhaps the man really does envy me, and most assuredly i do not envy him”


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Plaques in Guagán Barra

The source of the River Lee

The source of the River Lee

DSC_0309DSC_0308The 1916 -1966 commemorative plaque at Coláiste Na Mumhan nearby Béal Átha an Ghaorthaidh



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Cork Volunteers’ Pipe Band Video (Part 2 ) by Jim Lane

The Irish Republican & Marxist History Project present Cork Volunteers’ Pipe Band by Jim Lane (Part 2)


2014 marked the centenary of the founding of the Cork Volunteers’ Pipe Band by Thomas MacCurtan in February 1914.

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Teach an Phiarsaigh, Rosmuc

The cottage Pádraig Mac Piarias stayed in and used as a Summer School for the pupils of St Enda’s in Ros Muc in Connemara



Thanks to D for photos

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Cork Volunteers’ Pipe Band Video Part 1

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Edward Duffy, Ballaghadereen

Edward Duffy, Ballaghadereen  “The Fenian Emmet” Patriot and Martyr  from Ireland’s Own July 1930

Ireland's Own

Ireland’s Own July 5th 1930

“Edward Duffy was not what our present materialistic world would call a great man he amassed no wealth; wrote no book or essay on science or history, won no battle by land or sea.  Nevertheless he was great,  great in the depth of his love for the land of his birth to which he was linked and wedded from boyhood’s bloom to manhood’s prime great in his constancy and consistency to the faith that was in him great in his service and sacrifice for what he believed to be a just and holy cause. Never actuated by base and selfish motives, his mind constantly fixed on his God and his country tried in the furnace and found pure- hence he was known in his day as the Fenian Emmet”

Ireland's Own July 5th 1930

Ireland’s Own July 12th 1930

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