So strong, so wild and brave he was, I'll mourn his loss too sore, And when they shot our leaders up against Kilmainham wall My princely love, can ageless love do more than tell to you, They’re there every night, they see it done every night, they see how it should be done every night, but they can’t do it themselves. And there I saw a maiden, and mournful was her cry, Written in honour of Irish revolutionary hero Michael Collins, Brendan Behan's song 'The laughing boy', or 'To gelasto paidi' in its Greek translation, has come to stand for various Greek historical figures and events and is one of the most recognised songs of the last 40 years in Greece Laughin’ with McDermott through the bullets and the sparks ( Log Out /  What follows are some of his best known quotes, and may explain why the likes of a young Bob Dylan was in awe of him during his stay in New York, residing in the famous Chelsea Hotel, popularized in song by Leonard Cohen. Go raibh mile maith agat for all you tried to do. I’d have cried with pride for the way he died, my own dear Laughing Boy. At a ceremonial dance, the young, earnest silversmith Laughing Boy falls in love with Slim Girl, a beautiful but elusive "American"-educated Navajo. Ah, cure the times and sad the loss my heart to crucify, Michael Collins was shot dead 90 years ago today. There is also included here one of his poems, The Laughing Boy. Always with the smart remark, your eyes blazin’ and blue The Laughing Boy by Brendan Behan T'was on an August morning, all in the dawning hours, I went to take the warming air, all in the Mouth of Flowers, And there I saw a maiden, and mournful was her cry, 'Ah what will mend my broken heart, I've lost my Laughing Boy. Critics are like eunuchs in a harem. Or forcibly fed with Ashe lay dead in the dungeons of Mountjoy, The most important things to do in the world are to get something to eat, something to drink and somebody to love you. T’was on an August morning, all in the dawning hours, Mo chara is mo lao thu! 1yr 43. Ah, curse the times and sad the loss my heart to crucify. Killed by an English bullet from the rifle of the foe. I went to take the warming air, all in the Mouth of Flowers. Hindsight is a wonderful thing. We beat them in the cities and we whipped them in the streets And there I saw a maiden, and mournful was her cry. 1yr 30. T’was on an August morning, all in the dawning hours, I went to take the warming air, all in the Mouth of Flowers, And there I saw a maiden, and mournful was her cry, ‘Ah what will mend my broken heart, I’ve lost my Laughing Boy. For all you did, and would have done, my enemies to destroy, You were there beside us in that awful Easter dawn The Laughing Boy by Brendan Behan. ( Log Out /  Haiku (21, 22, 24, 30 & 31) Poem by Richard Wright - Poem Hunter, Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 4, 2014. Do deineadh aréir dom (Was revealed to me last night) If there has, take him out, without making a noise.