Twas the 25th of September 1920
In a little town called Arva
With people a plenty
A quiet Autumn night
Everyone was sleeping
Except the IRA who were creeping.
Down Main Street
Leading to Carrigallen.
His name was Michael Brennan,
A sergeant in town.
He was there on that night
The attack at 11:30.
There was seven in Master’s house next door,
All brought to the ground floor
They were covered in blankets
One woke up to see General Seán McKeon.
From the roof of Corcoran’s
They threw grenades, the roof broke
Everyone hoped it was a joke
…Until they saw the smoke.
Connolly brought a bottle of Whiskey
To the policemen who were shocked
Michael resigned the month after
The fateful attack at Arva.
Written by Michael Dobson, Luke Fox, René Pokuta, Jonathan Smith and Annabelle Symonds as part of Poetry as Commemoration workshops led by Frank Galligan in St. Mary’s NS, Arva, Co. Cavan, in October 2022.