Only The Irish Working Class Remains As

I Can Always Guarantee That The Irish Citizen Army Will Fight But I Cannot Guarantee That It Will Be On Time

The Irishman In English Literature May Be Said To Have Been Born With An Apology In His Mouth.

However It May Be For Others, For Us Of The Citizen Army There Is But One Ideal - An Ireland Ruled, And Owned, By Irish Men And Women, Sovereign And Independent From The Centre To The Sea, And Flying Its Own Flag Outward Over All The Oceans.

If You Strike At, Imprison, Or Kill Us, Out Of Our Prisons Or Graves We Will Still Evoke A Spirit That Will Thwart You, And Perhaps, Raise A Force That Will Destroy You! We Defy You! Do Your Worst!

Without The Power Of The Industrial Union Behind It, Democracy Can Only Enter The State As The Victim Enters The Gullet Of The Serpent.