Repose and funeral details for Liam Sutcliffe

Liam by The Spire of Dublin, the monument which eventually replaced Nelson’s Pillar. Photo: Luke Fallon


Reposing at the Fanagan Funeral Home, Aungier Street, Dublin from 5pm until 7.30pm, Tuesday, 7th November, with family in attendance.

Requiem Mass at 11.30am on Wednesday, 8th November, in Church of Our Lady of Mount Carmel, Whitefriar Street (Aungier Street), Dublin.

Funeral thereafter to Mount Jerome Cemetery, Harold’s Cross Road, Dublin 6W.


Posted on November 7, 2017, in 21st century republicanism and socialism, Border Campaign/Operation Harvest, General revolutionary history, Historiography and historical texts, Irish politics today, Political education and theory, Public events - Ireland, Repression and resistance in 1970s and 1980s, Repression in 26-county state, Republicanism 1960s, Republicanism post-1900, Revolutionary figures, Saor Eire. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Nelson’s Uprising written by Seosamh Keegan and dedicated to Liam Sutcliffe, who was involved in blowing up Nelson’s Pillar in 1966. Air….’Biddy Mulligan the Pride of the Combe’. Seosamh is a brother of the Socialist, Republican and Feminist Máirín Keegan 1932-72.

    Wattie Cox I am called, from sweet Liberties’ halls.

    I’m your guide to the past and I’ll tell

    How Lord Nelson was raised

    And was honoured and praised,

    How he rose and, at last, how he fell.

    Now the Castle decreed that to honour his deeds,

    And also to honour The Crown,

    An erection so fine, of a perfect design,

    Where he’d reign, like a king, o’er the Town.

    There was held a parade, when the first stone was laid,

    People knelt in the streets that they lined,

    For no one can deny that a man with one eye

    Can be king where all others are blind.

    Long though he reigned, the old order was changed,

    The Sun shone on the Empire no more.

    Still he perched in the air, like a goat at Puck Fair,

    An idol with none to adore.

    Until those with the will and the daring and skill,

    They banished this lord of the fleet,

    And he rose of sight, at the peak of the night,

    With the charge that they placed at his feet.

    Wattie Cox I am called, from sweet Liberties’ halls,

    I’m your guide to the past, now you know,

    How this symbol of power

    Was plucked from his tower

    To his place in the gutter below.

  2. irishrepublicanmarxisthistoryproject
  3. Love these sorts of ballads.

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