23 November 1867: Execution of the
Manchester Martyrs William Philip Allen, Michael Larkin and Michael O’Brien.
They were publicly hanged for their alleged role in the rescue of Fenian
prisoners in which a Constable Brett was fatally wounded. Although neither Larkin, Allen and
O’Brien had fired the fatal shot nor had they had any intention to kill
anybody, they were hanged as accessories to the death of the policeman.
The martyrs were hanged in front of the
New Bailey prison in Salford, Manchester. Part of the wall was removed so that
the public could witness the event. The morning of their execution was a cold and foggy one. Large crowds,
marshalled by police and troops had assembled to witness the spectacle. Shortly
after 8 O’Clock the men were led out and hanged, the bodies dropping out of
sight into the pit below and out of sight of the onlookers.
They were buried in quicklime in
Strangeways Prison. Today they rest in a mass grave in Blackley Cemetery, Plot
number C.2711. Manchester. Their noble stand in the dock and on the gallows
inspired T. D. Sullivan to pen the famous ballad ‘God save Ireland’.
When the news of their execution reached Ireland, solemn funeral processions were held, and three coffinless hearses
proceeded to Glasnevin Cemetery,
followed by 60,000 mourners. Allen was a native of Tipperary, O'Brien
came from Ballymacoda, Co. Cork, and Larkin
from Lusmagh, Co Offaly.
Ironically the
first prisoner to utter these immortal words was one O'Meagher Condon who had
his death sentence commuted to Life Imprisonment while another man Thomas
Maguire was released from captivity as the case against him was so poor even
the English Media felt he should be set free.
Numerous monuments
were erected to the Martyrs in the wake of their deaths across Ireland
incl a symbolic grave to
these brave men in Glasnevin Cemetery, Dublin.
The famous song,
which their sacrifice gave birth to, opens with the lines:
High upon the gallows tree, swung the
noble-hearted three,
By the vengeful tyrant, stricken in their bloom.
But they met him face to face with the courage of their race,
And they went with souls undaunted to their doom.
By the vengeful tyrant, stricken in their bloom.
But they met him face to face with the courage of their race,
And they went with souls undaunted to their doom.
"God save Ireland," said the
heroes.
"God save Ireland," said them all.
"Whether on the scaffold high, or the battlefield we die,
No matter when, for Ireland dear we fall!"
"God save Ireland," said them all.
"Whether on the scaffold high, or the battlefield we die,
No matter when, for Ireland dear we fall!"
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