The 1913 Lockout

Dublin 1913:

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This week in class we’re looking back at The 1913 Lockout. This struggle was going on at this time of year, exactly 100 years ago.

Some of our classroom materials are posted here as well as some further information, videos, podcasts, websites and newspaper articles.

Click this link for: Century Ireland TV Programme (16 mins)

Click here for: Irish Independent Article by Diarmaid Ferriter

Video Interview with author Padraig Yeates

More videos with Padraig Yeates Click Here

Click here for Today FM Last Word discussion on 1913 Lockout – Podcast

Click Here for Irish Times profile of William Martin Murphy

Click here for Scoilnet Themepage with lots of further links

Finally, a superb resource:

*****Click Here for a dedicated 1913 website created by the National Library of Ireland*****

Some further reading:

Novel Big Jim by Rory McConville published by O’Brien Press

September 1913 by WB Yeats:

What need you, being come to sense,
But fumble in a greasy till
And add the halfpence to the pence
And prayer to shivering prayer, until
You have dried the marrow from the bone;
For men were born to pray and save;
Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone,
It’s with O’Leary in the grave.

Yet they were of a different kind,
The names that stilled your childish play,
They have gone about the world like wind,
But little time had they to pray
For whom the hangman’s rope was spun,
And what, God help us, could they save?
Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone,
It’s with O’Leary in the grave.

Was it for this the wild geese spread
The grey wing upon every tide;
For this that all that blood was shed,
For this Edward Fitzgerald died,
And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone,
All that delirium of the brave?
Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone,
It’s with O’Leary in the grave.

Yet could we turn the years again,
And call those exiles as they were
In all their loneliness and pain,
You’d cry `Some woman’s yellow hair
Has maddened every mother’s son’:
They weighed so lightly what they gave.
But let them be, they’re dead and gone,
They’re with O’Leary in the grave.


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