Jobstown Abú
Jobstown Abú
On Wednesday, August 31st, 1803, eleven men, Edward (Kearney) Carney, Felix Rourke, John Killen, J. M'Cann, Thomas Maxwell Roach, John Begg, Owen Kirwan, Walter Clare, James Byrne, and Martin Burke, were severally arraigned for trail (before Lord Norbury, Mr. Justice Finucane, Mr. Baron George and Mr. Baron Daly, (as follows, below) and pleaded Not Guilty. Felix Rourke slept at a friend’s house in Jobstown on the night of the Insurrection 23 July, 1803.
— “O look, some of them even have smart phones!’
O a rebel slept in Jobstown just after ’98; They were rebels, bold and willing, like the boys we’ve had of late, Who stood up to sham and treason, to defend the weak, the poor When the Blueshirt Queen came knocking at their door.
She rode the Black Maria and her costume it was fetching Like the one she wore to North side when she opened that soup kitchen; But the people had seen through her, and the child said, “Look! No clothes!” As she sat in silence in her Blueshirt pose.
In a lawful demonstration about water she was met When her taps were turned on fully, O the water’s running yet; She claimed she was molested — but that charge I can’t support — To stand upon her dignity, she brought the boys to court.
In the dark hours of the dawning, the state and polis swooped And they notified the medgia before the charge was pressed. Some say that that’s ‘Political” and others say its wrong: In the mode of Major Sirr and Major Swan.
At the trial of Felix Rourke back in eighteen and ’03 They were going to stick it to him, it was plain for all to see. Without prima facia evidence, the show trial it was staged And the people of old Jobstown were enraged.
In the year of twenty fifteen, 40 citizens were lagged. ‘O we’ve got them banged to rights!” the Blueshirt Queen had bragged, “Violence and disorder and crimes against my being!” In a message televised, just like Queen’s.
She persisted in her vengeance against these, merely boys Who just a few short years before were playing with their toys. She was looking for a scapegoat to hang upon her wall. She got it! Her comeuppance and her fall.
O If you go to Jobstown where there’s little work nor jobs — Where they tried to show the nation that the people there were yobs — But you won’t find any better at sticking to the cause, And for that we should be giving them applause.
James Connolly and Frank Cluskey must be turning in their graves To see the Yobs in Labour, and how that shower behaves. They’ve sold the Nation’s silver, its water and its oil; And they’re trying to screw the people through the Dail! — © Frank Callery. Good Friday, April 14th 2017.