When I'm dead, are they going to remember me? I don't really think about it, it's up to them. When I'm dead, who cares? I don't.

And wherever men are fighting against barbarism, tyranny, and massacre, for freedom, law, and honour, let them remember that the fame of their deeds, even though they themselves be exterminated, may perhaps be celebrated as long as the world rolls round.

We should never forget those on whose shoulders we stand and those who paid the supreme price for freedom.

There is a motto which has been borne by many of my ancestors - a noble motto, "I serve". Those words were an inspiration to many bygone heirs to the Throne when they made their knightly dedication as they came to manhood. I cannot do quite as they did.

Madam President, speaking here in Dublin Castle it is impossible to ignore the weight of history, as it was yesterday when you and I laid wreaths at the Garden of Remembrance.

When I'm gone I'll be remembered as the workin' man who put his point across with a right hand full of knuckles.