Liam MacGabhann

Liam MacGabhann
Born William Cyprian Smith
(1908-09-16)16 September 1908
Valentia Island, County Kerry, Ireland
Died 16 January 1979(1979-01-16) (aged 70)
St. Vincents Hospital, Dublin, Ireland
Occupation Journalist
Years active 1930–1977
Religion orig Roman Catholic
Spouse(s) Phenie (Tryphena) Franklin
(1938–1979, his death)
Children Jack, Dorothy and Richard

Early Life

Liam MacGabhann (born William Cyprian Smith) (1908–1979) was an Irish journalist born Reenglas House on Valentia Island, Co Kerry in 1908.

He married Phenie (Tryphena) Franklin[1] (b. 1917 Middlesbrough, England) and had three children Jack, Richard and Dorothy. Having started his career as a national school teacher on Valentia, he attended an interview for a post as film critic for the Irish Press. He was honest about his lack of knowledge, explaining that he had only heard of Greta Garbo and had been to a Mickey Mouse film, he was given the job anyway.

Liam MacGabhann worked for the Irish Press, was Irish editor The People Newspaper (1956), News Editor of the Irish Times, worked for This Week magazine and was one of the founding editors of the Sunday World. He died after a series of strokes in 1979 in Dublin.

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James Connolly - Poem by Liam MacGabhann The poem was written by Liam MacGabhann. He wrote in "Rags, Robes and Rebels" that it was based on reading comments made by the son of a Welsh miner who was part of Connolly's firing squad who later asked Connolly's relatives to forgive him..

Connolly
The man was all shot through that came today
Into the barrack square;
A soldier I - I am not proud to say
We killed him there;
They brought him from the prison hospital;
To see him in that chair
I thought his smile would far more quickly call
A man to prayer.
Maybe we cannot understand this thing
That makes these rebels die;
And yet all things love freedom - and the Spring
Clear in the sky;
I think I would not do this deed again
For all that I hold by;
Gaze down my rifle at his breast - but then
A soldier I.
They say that he was kindly - different too,
Apart from all the rest;
A lover of the poor; and all shot through,
His wounds ill drest,
He came before us, faced us like a man,
He knew a deeper pain
Than blows or bullets - ere the world began;
Died he in vain?
Ready - present; And he just smiling - God!
I felt my rifle shake
His wounds were opened out and round that chair
Was one red lake;
I swear his lips said 'Fire!' when all was still
Before my rifle spat
That cursed lead - and I was picked to kill
A man like that!



VALENTIA
I can hear the wild music of river and fall.
But the breezes are bearing a soft, gentle call.
It's calling me home, 'tis sweet singing stream.
That flows thro’ the woodland of lovely Glanleam.
Ah, my heart is nigh breaking with longing and pain.
Dear home! Will you comfort your exile again?
In dawning's clear brightness, in evening's soft gloam.
There's no place on earth like my own Island home.
Liam MacGabhann 1932

Blind Man at Croke Park
Listen, asthore, for these eyes are sealed,
Listen once more, when Kerrymen take the field,
Tell an old man who saw them in days of old,
Do they walk proudly in their green and gold?

Listen, asthore, when Kerry take the field,
Tell me when they attack and when they yield;
Say if they fail; asthore, I'm blind and old,
Tell me they'll not dishonour the green and gold.'

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