The GPO
The remains of the burnt out GPO
The General Post Office is no more
But is it so has the mighty British won
They flushed out the seven signers of the Irish Proclamation
Now they are no more
But now the tides have turned
The British have been long forgotten
They are nothing more but a distant memory
In the minds of the Irish people
But the legacy of the seven signers live on
The burning rubble of the GPO
On the evening of the Easter of 1916
As a lot of stories to unfold
It still even has the original bullet holes engraved into the rock
If you looked at the GPO today
Would you think of the role it played
In a battle oh so long ago
