A song about Peace and history to the Easter Rebellion
Dean Friedman’s THE DUCKS OF ST. STEPHEN’S GREEN might offer a solution to some communities to stop fights amongst one another.
This song is an old time waltz melody, based on a true story, about how ducks stopped daily warfare during the Easter Rebellion, in Dublin, Ireland in 1916. They were hungry.
This year Easter is April 1, and it’s a time of hope as it’s spring, and we want to raise ourselves from the dead of winter, and emerge with positive energy.
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The Ducks of St. Stephen’s Green
Let me tell you a short story of bravery and glory,
a tale that’s both true and surprising
‘bout a muddle in the middle of a puddle in Dublin
in the week of the Easter Rising
in the week of the Easter Rising
It was 1916 in St. Stephen’s Green, when the Irish Citizens Army
was defending the Square from the british troops there
as the fighting grew savage and stormy.
as the fighting grew savage and stormy
The bullets were flying and soldiers were dying
but the gamekeeper name of James Kearney
said, “I’d rather retreat, but my ducks have to eat
They’ve no knowledge of freedom or tyranny
they’ve no knowledge of freedom or tyranny.”
Then he took a bold stand, a white flag in his hand
“Hold your fire,” he shouted and pled
and then to his surprise, both sides heeded his cries,
as his ducks waddled over to get fed
as his ducks waddle over to get fed.
There were mallards and muscovies, crested and blues
There were harlequins, pintails and wigeons,
there were winged necks and pekins and buffleheads too
and a handful of seagulls and pigeons
Yes, a handful of seagulls and pigeons
And then each afternoon, every squad and platoon
held their fire and laid down their arms
as the gamekeeper tended his ducklings and ducks,
not a feather on their heads did they harm,
not a feather on their heads did they harm.
So step left, step right, my fine feathered friends
Let your webbed feet guide you, but make haste
as you waddle and flap, as you waddle and quack.
There’s a war being waged beside you,
there’s a war being waged beside you.
© 2017 by Dean Friedman, All Rights Reserved
Based on a true story: https://www.irishexaminer.com/ireland/1916-rising-hostilities-lifted-daily-to-allow-feeding-of-ducks-384116.html
