Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576569" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Green Above The Red</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Full often when our fathers saw the Red above the Green,<br>They rose in rude but fierce array, with sabre, pike and scian,<br>And over many a noble town, and many a field of dead,<br>They proudly set the Irish Green above the English Red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But in the end throughout the land, the shameful sight was seen-<br>The English Red in triumph high above the Irish Green; <br>But well they died in breach and field, who, as their spirits fled,<br>Still saw the Green maintain its place above the English Red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they who saw, in after times, the Red above the Green<br>Were withered as the grass that dies beneath a forest screen; <br>Yet often by this healthy hope their sinking hearts were fed,<br>That, in some day to come, the Green should flutter o'er the Red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sure 'twas for this Lord Edward died, and Wolfe Tone sunk serene-<br>Because they could not bear to leave the Red above the Green; <br>And 'twas for this that Owen fought, and Sarsfield nobly bled-<br>Because their eyes were hot to see the Green above the Red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>So when the strife began again, our darling Irish Green<br>Was down upon the earth, while high the English Red was seen; <br>Yet still we held our fearless course, for something in us said,<br>'Before the strife is o'er you'll see the Green above the Red.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And 'tis for this we think and toil, and knowledge strive to glean,<br>That we may pull the English Red below the Irish Green,<br>And leave our sons sweet Liberty, and smiling plenty spread<br>Above the land once dark with blood-the Green above the Red! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The jealous English tyrant now has banned the Irish Green,<br>And forced us to conceal it like a something foul and mean; <br>But yet, by Heavens! he'll sooner raise his victims from the dead<br>Than force our hearts to leave the Green, and cotton to the Red! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We'll trust ourselves, for God is good, and blesses those who lean<br>On their brave hearts, and not upon an earthly king or queen; <br>And, freely as we lift our hands, we vow our blood to shed<br>Once and for evermore to raise the Green above the Red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Davis">Thomas Davis</a><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576569" data-title="The Green Above The Red de Thomas Davis" data-description="Full often when our fathers saw the Red above the Green,
They rose in rude but fierce array, with sabre, pike and scian,
And over many a noble town, and many a field of dead,
They proudly set the Irish Green above the English Red.

But in the end ..."></div>
</div>
</div>