Despite heavy pressure to toe the EU party line, the Irish voted no on the restrictive Lisbon Treaty. Trust a Connemara fisherman to look staight into the eyes of a Brussels fat cat and tell him no thanks. Here are the figures. Here's The Irish Times reporting of this historic event.
Now if the British would only give back the North...
A little respect, if you please:
The Irish Anthem
Down By The Glenside
The Foggy Dew
As down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I,
Their armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by. No pipe did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus' bells o'er the Liffey swells Rang out in the foggy dew.
Right proudly high in Dublin town Hung they out a flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath Strong men came hurrying through;
While Brittania's Huns with their long-range guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew. The bravest fell, and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear For those who died that Easter-tide
In the springing of the year.
While the world did gaze with deep amaze
At those fearless men but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew.
And back through the glen I rode again
And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men Whom I never shall see more
But to and fro In my dreams I go
And I kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled
Oh, glorious dead
When you fell in the foggy dew