A Martyr’s blood a garden tends,

the time is always spring

their blood it feeds the frosted soil

and melts the hearts within

a Martyr’s blood does tend the soil

and lives eternally

to raise the young like nestlings

who shelter in its trees

a Martyr’s blood does feed the birds

and all who call their names

to implore Gods saving grace

and all our Faith proclaims

a Martyr’s blood it flows in streams

in gardens, mountains, climes

proclaiming death is not the end

a bell of life it chimes

a Martyr’s blood within the vale

through thorny briars flows

and deep beneath all suffering

lies a Godly rose

Joseph McTaggart.