SIXTEEN DEAD MEN
 
 O BUT we talked at large before
 The sixteen men were shot,
 But who can talk of give and take,
 What should be and what not
 While those dead men are loitering there
 To stir the boiling pot?
 You say that we should still the land
 Till Germany's overcome;
 But who is there to argue that
 Now Pearse is deaf and dumb?
 And is their logic to outweigh
 MacDonagh's bony thumb?
 how could you dream they'd listen
 That have an ear alone
 For those new comrades they have found,
 Lord Edward and Wolfe Tone,
 Or meddle with our give and take
 That converse bone to bone?