I
When Hitler trod on Polish soil, and the struggle had begun.
When Britains power went out to meet, and fight the forces of the Hun.
When all was turmoil, blood, and strife, and the world frowned with dark despair
When the fight was raging at its height
An Irishman was there.

II
When Britains darkest hour had come.
And U Boats ruled the raging wave
When many thought the day was done.
And shook their heads – but not the brave.
When dawn, not out, they rallied ‘round.
And made a wondering world stare
When they leaped up before the count.
An Irishman was there.

III
When Goerings crew flew overhead.
And hurled bombs like winter hail
When flames and smoke wrapped up the dead.
And seemed lost, he did not fail.
But eager for that final test.
Finucane rides the midnight air
Amongst the bravest and the best.
An Irishman is there.

By William O’Donnell
21/5/1944

©2018 The estate of William O’Donnell (Chiswick)