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John Blake Dillon – From Tipperary’s Barricades to Westminster

In July 1848, John Blake Dillon stood at a barricade at Killenaule, Thurles, County Tipperary, facing British cavalry.

Seventeen years later, the county elected him to Parliament. Those two moments connect Tipperary to a life shaped by rebellion, exile and a determination to serve Ireland.

This month, September, marks the 160th anniversary of Dillon’s death. His story recalls a turbulent chapter in the county’s history and a friendship that helped shape the ideals of the Young Ireland movement.

L-R: John Dillon and Thomas Davis.

John Dillon was born in Ballaghaderreen in 1814, when the town belonged to County Mayo; (it is now within the borders of County Roscommon). After studying for the priesthood at Maynooth, he changed direction, entering Trinity College Dublin and pursuing a career in law. At Trinity, he became a close friend of Thomas Davis. In 1842, they joined Charles Gavan Duffy in founding “The Nation”, the newspaper around which ‘Young Ireland’ gathered.

Thomas Davis, born in Mallow, County Cork, in 1814, was the son of a Welsh army surgeon and an Irish mother. Although he qualified as a barrister, writing and public life became his principal calling. Songs such as “A Nation Once Again” and “The West’s Asleep” carried his political hopes far beyond the newspaper’s pages.

“A Nation Once Again”

Written by Thomas Davis, the song was first published in “The Nation” newspaper on July 13th 1844. It follows a narrator whose childhood reading about ancient heroes inspires a lifelong wish to see Ireland free. It however connects national liberation with personal responsibility, courage, selflessness, and moral character.

A Protestant, Davis believed that Irish nationhood should embrace people of different religious traditions. His friendship with Dillon, a Catholic, gave that conviction practical expression. His support for educating Catholics and Protestants together brought him into a bitter dispute with Daniel O’Connell over the proposed Queen’s Colleges in 1845. Political disagreement, however, did not extinguish personal regard: O’Connell was deeply distressed by his death.

“The West’s Asleep”

The song hereunder, again with words by Thomas Davis, mourns its apparent political slumber, recalls its landscape and history of resistance, and ends with a stirring declaration of awakening.

Davis died from scarlet fever in Dublin on September 16th 1845, aged thirty, and was buried in Mount Jerome Cemetery. For Dillon, the loss was both personal and political. A close friend and fellow founder of ‘The Nation‘ had died before their shared work was three years old.

His death came as potato blight began to threaten Ireland’s harvest. He did not live to witness the full catastrophe of the Great Famine or the desperate circumstances in which his surviving colleagues would make their decisions. His songs and ideas nevertheless remained part of the movement’s inheritance.

By July 1848, those colleagues faced mounting confrontation with the government in a country devastated by hunger. Tipperary became a central setting for the struggle. Carrick-on-Suir, Mullinahone, Killenaule and The Commons witnessed hurried meetings, uncertain plans and dangerous decisions. Local enthusiasm could not easily be turned into an organised force. Supporters lacked weapons and provisions, while the government commanded far greater resources.

At Killenaule, Dillon’s courage took a memorable form. In the book, “The Felon’s Track”, (Chapter VII), fellow ‘Young Irelander’ Michael Doheny describes how barricades were erected, as a troop of cavalry entered the village. Dillon stood at one of them and challenged the commanding officer; question asked, Was his purpose to arrest William Smith O’Brien?

According to Doheny, the officer denied that intention and pledged his honour as a soldier. The barricade was then partly removed, and Dillon took the officer’s horse by the bridle and led him out of town. The encounter passed without any bloodshed.
It is a scene worth remembering alongside the better-known confrontation at Ballingarry (South Riding), Thurles; Dillon within reach of armed soldiers, negotiating a passage through a moment that could have ended very differently.

Although involved in the Tipperary rising, Dillon was not present at the fighting at the Widow McCormack’s farmhouse on July 29th 1848 . He had left the immediate scene before O’Brien’s remaining supporters confronted police who had taken refuge in the house.

The fighting brought deaths and defeat. Captured leaders were subsequently tried for high treason in Clonmel, where death sentences were pronounced before being commuted to transportation. Tipperary thus witnessed both the rising’s collapse and the trials that followed.

Signatures of Thomas Francis Meagher and Patrick O’Donoghue, arrested at Rathcannon, Holycross, Thurles, Co. Tipperary, following the 1848 Ballingarry (SR) rebellion.
Both signatures are written on the back of a prison library book called “Wreath of Friendship”
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Picture: G. Willoughby.
View : https://www.thurles.info/2023/08/03/how-soon-tipperary-forgets-ni-bhionn-cuimhne-ar-an-aran-a-hitear/

With the help of Maynooth friends Dillon escaped to France dressed as a priest, and subsequently reached the United States. In New York, he established a successful legal practice. Later, taking advantage of an amnesty, he returned to Ireland in 1856 and settled with his family at Killiney, County Dublin.

Then Co. Tipperary became central to his life again. In July 1865, the county elected him to Parliament. The former insurgent now pursued reform at Westminster, seeking cooperation between Irish nationalists and British Liberals. His work on land reform challenged the assumption that improvements made by tenants belonged to their landlords, while his opposition to suspending habeas corpus reflected his concern for civil liberty.

His parliamentary service was brief. On September 15th 1866, cholera took his life at Killiney. He was fifty-two. Tipperary had lost its representative little more than a year after electing him.
The family’s connection with the county continued. His son John Dillon would also represent Tipperary in Parliament, from 1880 to 1883, before his long association with East Mayo.

Dillon’s career resists a simple division between rebellion and constitutional politics. His participation in 1848 and his later commitment to parliamentary reform belong to the same life. Remembering him means recognising both the risks he accepted and the changes in his approach to securing Ireland’s future.
His friendship with Davis adds another dimension. Their collaboration expressed a belief that religious differences need not prevent people from working for a shared country. It did not resolve every disagreement about what Ireland should become, but it demonstrated the possibilities of friendship and common purpose across an entrenched divide.

That inheritance offers a question for later generations: how can political aspirations be pursued in ways that build confidence among people of different traditions? An inclusive national ideal must leave room for those whose identities, loyalties and hopes differ from our own.

For Tipperary, Dillon’s story remains rooted in particular places: the barricade at Killenaule, the towns and villages caught up in the events of 1848, and the constituency that later sent him to Westminster.
Remembered 160 years after his death, his life connects the immediate courage of confrontation with the patient work of reform, and the enduring effort to build a country in which people of different traditions can belong.

From that perspective, Sinn Féin’s historical support for the Provisional IRA’s armed campaign during “The Troubles” can be criticised as being in tension with the work of reconciliation essential to such an inclusive ideal. The strongest lesson from Davis and Dillon’s partnership is that national unity must be measured by the trust built between people of different traditions.

An echo of Davis and Dillon’s partnership can also be seen in Micheál Martin’s stated ambition to build understanding between Ireland’s different communities. Through his Shared Island initiative, Mr Martin has emphasised practical cooperation, dialogue and respect for all traditions. The parallel lies in the conviction that a shared future requires relationships strong enough to accommodate different religious and political identities. In that sense, his approach can be interpreted as reflecting the inclusive spirit embodied by the Protestant Davis and the Catholic Dillon.

US President Donald Trump’s unwelcome comments favouring Irish unity, after his meeting with Mr Martin earlier this September 2026, may have given this discussion renewed press and Sinn Féin PR relevance, but they do not in themselves establish Mr Martin’s future intentions. To my mind, the stronger basis for the comparison is Mr Martin’s longstanding emphasis on the need for reconciliation; future constitutional aspirations must always be accompanied by the patient work of building confidence, firstly, among those who view Ireland’s future differently.

Davis and Dillon’s friendship offers a historical illustration of why that work matters.

Oasis Announce Two Nights At Slane Castle For September 2027

Oasis are set to return to Slane Castle for two huge shows on Saturday 4th and Sunday 5th September 2027, with special guest English musician, singer, and songwriter Richard Ashcroft. (Latter who formed the alternative rock band the “Verve” in 1990, before embarking on a solo career, releasing six UK top-three solo albums, including ‘Alone with Everybody’, ‘Keys to the World’ and ‘These People’).

The Verve – The Drugs Don’t Work.

The concerts form part of the band’s newly announced 38-date world tour, following their successful 2025 reunion.

Ticket registration is now open. Fans must register by Thursday 17th September at 4:00pm Irish time for a chance to access ticket sales.

Tickets will go on sale in allocated windows across 25th –27th September, with successful registrants receiving a unique, non-transferable access code. Standard tickets range from €181.25 to €501.25, with a limit of four tickets per person.

There will be no general public sale, and registration does not guarantee tickets.

Registration is through the official Oasis website located HERE

A Song For A Sunday

“Daddy Come and Get Me”

Lyrics and Vocals: American singer-songwriter, actress, and businesswoman, the late
great Dolly Rebecca Parton Dean (née Parton) [1946 – 2026].

Late Dolly Rebecca Parton.

Listening to Dolly Parton’s “Daddy Come and Get Me” today, I find myself thinking of Ireland’s unmarried mothers and their children.
While, Dolly’s lyrics tell a slightly different story, its plea for someone to come, to listen, to bring a frightened woman home has a painful resonance here.
I think of women who needed kindness and support, and instead encountered shame and separation. I think of mothers whose children were taken for adoption, some sent across the sea.
I think of the years spent wondering, searching and grieving for someone still alive. Survivor testimony gathered by the Clann Project asks us to face that suffering with honesty.

“Daddy Come and Get Me”

“Daddy Come and Get Me”

In this mental institution, lookin’ out through these iron bars,
How could he put me in here, how could he go that far.
Yes I need help but not this kind, he didn’t love me from the start,
But it’s not my mind that’s broken, it’s my heart.
Oh Daddy come and get me and take me home with you.
I’m depending on you Daddy, there’s nothing I can do,
And you said that I could come to you if I ever was in need,
But Daddy I can’t come to you, you’ll have to come to me.
When he said he loved another, I was crazy with jealousy,
That’s ’cause I was crazy over him and I couldn’t stand to set him free,
And I couldn’t stand to lose him and I cried and cried for days,
And he said that I was crazy, but he just put me in here to get me out of his way.
Daddy come and get me,
Oh Daddy come and get me, and take me home with you.
I’m depending on you Daddy ’cause there’s nothing else I can do,
And you said that I could come to you if I ever was in need,
But Daddy I can’t come to you, you’ll have to come to me.
Oh Daddy, come and get me.

END.

I think also today, of the children in the protestant orphanage “The Bird’s Nest”, also the children in “St Patrick’s” on the Navan Road, “Madonna House” and “Cottage Home” who were included, indeed used, in vaccine trials.
Their participation is well documented; while profound questions about consent still remain.
Behind those institutional names were small children, entirely dependent on the adults entrusted with their care.
Their documented history deserves to be forever remembered.

There is something especially sorrowful about hearing this song on a Sunday, a day associated with faith, family and belonging, while remembering those who were denied the compassion that should have accompanied their plight..
Church and State had responsibilities towards them. So did the communities around them.

I am deeply sorry for the cruelty they endured, for the protection that failed them, and for every year in which their voices went unheard. No expression of regret can restore a childhood or return the years a mother and child lost together.
However remembrance must include listening, granting access to the truth and total accountability.

Today, I share the above song with tenderness towards those mothers, the children they lost, and the adults those children eventually became.

They deserved to be heard. They deserved protection. They deserved to know that they mattered.

From Cappawhite, Tipperary – To New York – Remembering Martin Coughlan, Lost On 9/11

On the morning of September 11, 2001, (25 years ago today), two hijacked passenger planes struck the Twin Towers of New York’s World Trade Center. Both towers collapsed.

Together with the attacks at the Pentagon and the crash of another hijacked aircraft in Pennsylvania, that day claimed nearly 3,000 lives, leaving families and communities grieving across the world.

For Cappawhite, County Tipperary, that loss had a familiar name: Mr Martin Coughlan.

Mr Coughlan was 53 years old, a carpenter working in the South Tower. He had made his home in Queens with his wife, Catherine, and their four daughters. During the unfolding tragedy, he called his wife, Catherine to tell her that something terrible was happening and that he was trying to get out. He never came home.

Those who knew Mr Coughlan remembered his pride in his craft and the long hours he worked to support his family. He had spoken of perhaps returning to Ireland.
In Cappawhite, Co. Tipperary, more than 1,000 people attended a memorial Mass in his memory; a community gathering to mourn one of its own.

Talented Kilkenny singer and guitarist Ms Nora Fogarty, in the video hereunder, remembers the USA Terrorist Attack On 11th September 2001.

“Shattered Dreams”

(Lyrics written by Co. Kilkenny poet Kathleen Blanchfield).

As we remember that terrible day, let us hold Mr Coughlan’s family in our thoughts, alongside all those whose loved ones were lost.
Behind every name is a life full of relationships, ordinary joys and plans left unfinished. Remembering Mr Coughlan means making room for that life, as well as mourning its ending.

May Mr Coughlan’s memory be held with love in Cappawhite, in New York, and wherever your story is told.

Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam dílis.

Let It Be Me

Let It Be Me.

Lyrics: Song adapted it into English by American songwriter, the late Mann Curtis (1911-1984), originally born Emanuel Kurtz.
Vocals:
American singer Brenda Mae Tarpley known professionally as Brenda Lee.

Brenda Lee.

The song was originally written in French by Gilbert Bécaud and Pierre Delanoë, it became an English-language standard before Brenda Lee brought her own warmth and emotional power to it. With its simple plea for devotion and Lee’s unmistakably expressive voice. This timeless ballad speaks straight from the heart.

Let It Be Me.

Let It Be Me.

I bless the day I found you.
I wanna stay around you,
And so I beg you let it be me.
Don’t take this heaven from one,
If you must cling to someone,
Now and forever,

Let it be me.
Each time we meet love,
I find complete love.
Without your sweet love,
What would life be?

So never leave me lonely.
Tell me you love me only,
And that you’ll always,

Let it be me.
And so I beg you,
Let it be me.
Each time we meet love,
I find complete love.
Without your sweet love,
What would life be?

Never leave me lonely.
Tell me you love me only,
And so I beg you,

Let it be me.
Let it be me.

END