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Irish Rebel Songs (Lyrics)
Go On Home British Soldiers
Go on home British soldiers, go on home. Have you got no fuckin' homes of your own ? For eight hundred years we've fought you without fear And we will fight you for eight hundred more. If you stay British soldiers, if you stay You will never ever beat the IRA The fourteen men in Derry are the last that you will bury So take a tip and leave us while you may. No, we're not British, we're not Saxon, we're not English We're Irish! and proud we are to be. So fuck your union jack we want our country back We want to see old Ireland free once more. Well we're fighting British soldiers for the cause We'll never bow to soldiers because Throughout our history we were born to be free So get out British soldiers, leave us be. 
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Re: Irish Rebel Songs (Lyrics)
A Nation Once Again
When boyhood's fire was in my blood I read of ancient freemen, For Greece and Rome who bravely stood, Three hundred men and three men; And then I prayed I yet might see Our fetters rent in twain, And Ireland, long a province, be. A Nation once again! A Nation once again, A Nation once again, And lreland, long a province, be A Nation once again! And from that time, through wildest woe, That hope has shone a far light, Nor could love's brightest summer glow Outshine that solemn starlight; It seemed to watch above my head In forum, field and fane, Its angel voice sang round my bed, A Nation once again! It whisper'd too, that freedom's ark And service high and holy, Would be profaned by feelings dark And passions vain or lowly; For, Freedom comes from God's right hand, And needs a Godly train; And righteous men must make our land A Nation once again! So, as I grew from boy to man, I bent me to that bidding My spirit of each selfish plan And cruel passion ridding; For, thus I hoped some day to aid, Oh, can such hope be vain ? When my dear country shall be made A Nation once again!
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Re: Irish Rebel Songs (Lyrics)
Belfast Brigade
Craigavon sent the Specials out, To shoot the people down, He thought the IRA were dead, In dear old Belfast town, But he got a rude awakening, With cannon and grenade, When he met the first Batallion, Of the Belfast Brigade. Glory, glory to old Ireland, Glory, glory to this island, Glory to the memory of the men Who fought and died, "No surrender" is the war cry of The Belfast Brigade. The soldiers came from Holywood, Equipped with English guns, There were men by the thousand, Ammunition by the ton, But when they got to Belfast, They were seriously delayed, By the fighting First Batallion Of the Belfast Brigade. We have no ammunition, Or no armoured tanks to show, But we're ready to defend ourselves, No matter where we go, We're out for our Republic, And to hell with your Free State, "No surrender" is the War cry Of the Belfast Brigade. Come all you gallant Irishmen, And join the IRA We'll strike a blow for freedom, When it comes a certain day, You know your country's History, And the sacrifice it made, Come join the First Batallion Of the Belfast Brigade.
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Re: Irish Rebel Songs (Lyrics)
I.R.E.L.A.N.D
Come all ye lads and lassies and sit you down with me, And I will tell the truth about a land that`s dear to me, You`ve read it in the papers and you`ve seen it on TV, But I will spell it out for you, what Ireland means to me. I is for internment of the innocent and free R is for resistance to the laws of tyrany E is for the English who have torn our land apart L is for the love of freedom in every Irish heart A is for the answer we`re all searching for N is for one nation and an end to this long war D is for the dream of millions longing to be free. That`s how I spell Ireland, that`s what Ireland means to me. This land was once respected for it`s saints and scholars too But now the bomb and bullet that`s all that makes the news I know that it`s confusing and it`s hard to understand, But I will spell it out for you by spelling Ireland
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Re: Irish Rebel Songs (Lyrics)
The British Army
When I was young I used to be as fine a man as ever you'd see Til the Prince of Wales he said to me: "Come and join the British army" Toora loora loora loo, they're looking for monkeys up at the zoo And says I: "If I had a face like you, I'd join the British army" Sarah Comden baked a cake, 'twas all for poor oul Slattery's sake She threw herself into the lake, pretending she was barmy Toora loora loora loo, they're looking for monkeys up at the zoo And says I: "If I had a face like you, I'd join the British army" Corporal Daly went away, his wife got in the family way And the only thing that she could say, was: "Blame the British army" Toora loora loora loo, they're looking for monkeys up at the zoo And says I: "If I had a face like you, I'd join the British army" Corporal Kelly's a terrible drought, just give him a couple of jars of stout And he'll beat the enemy with his mouth and save the British army Toora loora loora loo, they're looking for monkeys up at the zoo And says I: "If I had a face like you, I'd join the British army" Kilted soldiers wear no drawers, won't you kindly lend them yours The rich must always help the poor to save the British army Toora loora loora loo, they're looking for monkeys up at the zoo And says I: "If I had a face like you, I'd join the British army" When I was young I used to be as fine a man as ever you'd see Til the Prince of Wales he said to me: "Come and join the British army" Toora loora loora loo, they're looking for monkeys up at the zoo And says I: "If I had a face like you, I'd join the British army"
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Re: Irish Rebel Songs (Lyrics)
Gibraltar
They flew out of Belfast with an ambitious plan To continue the struggle to free Ireland Mairead Farrell, Sean Savage and Daniel MacCann And they died on the streets of Gibraltar Oh sad are three homes in Belfast now Old Ireland shares their sorrow As they walked in the sun the Brits drew their guns And their blood stained the streets of Gibraltar The SAS stood there so proud of their deed Three more freedom fighters lay dead in the street They'd been given no warning no chance to retreat For three had to die in Gibraltar Oh sad are three homes in Belfast now Old Ireland shares their sorrow As they walked in the sun the Brits drew their guns And blood stained the streets of Gibraltar
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The traditions of the Irish people are the oldest of any race in Europe north and west of the Alps, and they themselves are the longest settled on their own soil - Edmund Curtis (A History of Ireland: From Earliest Times to 1922) The Irish are one of the most ancient nations that I know of at this end of the world, and are from as mighty a race as the world ever brought forth. For it is certain that Ireland hath had the use of letters very anciently and long before England; that they had letters anciently is nothing doubtful, for the Saxons of England are said to have their letters and learning, and learned men, from the Irish. - Edmund Spenser (writer, and British Government Official in Ireland, AD 1596). The renaissance began in Ireland seven hundred years before it was known in Italy. And Armagh, the ecclesiastical capital of Ireland, was at one time the metropolis of civilisation. - Arsene Darmesteter, Professor of Old French and Literature Ireland can indeed lay claim to a great past; she can not only boast of having been the birthplace and abode of high culture in the fifth and sixth centuries . . . but also of having made strenous efforts in the seventh and up to the tenth century to spread her learning among the German and Romance peoples, thus forming the actual fountain of our present continental civilisation. - Heinrich Zimmer, Professor of Celtic and Sanskrit, Member of the Prussian Academy of Sciences
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Re: Irish Rebel Songs (Lyrics)
Only Our Rivers Run Free
When apples still grow in November When Blossoms still bloom from each tree When leaves are still green in December It's then that our land will be free I wander her hills and her valleys And still through my sorrow I see A land that has never known freedom And only her rivers run free I drink to the death of her manhood Those men who'd rather have died Than to live in the cold chains of bondage To bring back their rights were denied Oh where are you now when we need you What burns where the flame used to be Are ye gone like the snows of last winter And will only our rivers run free? How sweet is life but we're crying How mellow the wine but it's dry How fragrant the rose but it's dying How gentle the breeze but it sighs What good is in youth when it's aging What joy is in eyes that can't see When there's sorrow in sunshine and flowers And still only our rivers run free
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The traditions of the Irish people are the oldest of any race in Europe north and west of the Alps, and they themselves are the longest settled on their own soil - Edmund Curtis (A History of Ireland: From Earliest Times to 1922) The Irish are one of the most ancient nations that I know of at this end of the world, and are from as mighty a race as the world ever brought forth. For it is certain that Ireland hath had the use of letters very anciently and long before England; that they had letters anciently is nothing doubtful, for the Saxons of England are said to have their letters and learning, and learned men, from the Irish. - Edmund Spenser (writer, and British Government Official in Ireland, AD 1596). The renaissance began in Ireland seven hundred years before it was known in Italy. And Armagh, the ecclesiastical capital of Ireland, was at one time the metropolis of civilisation. - Arsene Darmesteter, Professor of Old French and Literature Ireland can indeed lay claim to a great past; she can not only boast of having been the birthplace and abode of high culture in the fifth and sixth centuries . . . but also of having made strenous efforts in the seventh and up to the tenth century to spread her learning among the German and Romance peoples, thus forming the actual fountain of our present continental civilisation. - Heinrich Zimmer, Professor of Celtic and Sanskrit, Member of the Prussian Academy of Sciences
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Re: Irish Rebel Songs (Lyrics)
Aiden McAnespie
Twas on a Sunday evening the sun was in the sky As he walked his way to the Gaelic pitch never thinking he was going to die But as he crossed the checkpoint the sound of gunfire came The news spread through the border town Aiden McAnespie was slain For years he was harassed by the forces of the crown As he went to his work every day he left his native town The soldiers swore they´d get him the reason no one can say And sure enough they murdered him in cold blood that sunny day Oh why did you do it? Have you not the guts to say You say it was an accident or even a ricochet But like Loughgall and Gibraltar you´re lies are well renowned You murdered Aiden McAnespie on his way to the Gaelic ground The people heard the gunfire they came from miles around They saw that you man lying there dying on the ground His flow of life was ebbing fast and people they tried their best That bullet wound it was far to deep it went right through his chest Oh why did you do it? Have you not the guts to say You say it was an accident or even a ricochet But like Loughgall and Gibraltar you´re lies are well renowned You murdered Aiden McAnespie on his way to the Gaelic ground Aidens life had ended it was time for judgement day The soldier he jumped down from the tower and the coward he slipped away God´s curse on you Britannia for this cruel deed you´ve done But god will have his final say when your judgement day it comes Oh why did you do it? Have you not the guts to say You say it was an accident or even a ricochet But like Loughgall and Gibraltar you´re lies are well renowned You murdered Aiden McAnespie on his way to the Gaelic ground To say it was an accident is the greatest crime of all To his heart-broken family the worst had `er befalled A cross it marks the lonely spot where Aiden was gunned down As he strolled on that sunny evening on his way to the Gaelic ground Oh why did you do it? Have you not the guts to say You say it was an accident or even a ricochet But like Loughgall and Gibraltar you´re lies are well renowned You murdered Aiden McAnespie on his way to the Gaelic ground
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The traditions of the Irish people are the oldest of any race in Europe north and west of the Alps, and they themselves are the longest settled on their own soil - Edmund Curtis (A History of Ireland: From Earliest Times to 1922) The Irish are one of the most ancient nations that I know of at this end of the world, and are from as mighty a race as the world ever brought forth. For it is certain that Ireland hath had the use of letters very anciently and long before England; that they had letters anciently is nothing doubtful, for the Saxons of England are said to have their letters and learning, and learned men, from the Irish. - Edmund Spenser (writer, and British Government Official in Ireland, AD 1596). The renaissance began in Ireland seven hundred years before it was known in Italy. And Armagh, the ecclesiastical capital of Ireland, was at one time the metropolis of civilisation. - Arsene Darmesteter, Professor of Old French and Literature Ireland can indeed lay claim to a great past; she can not only boast of having been the birthplace and abode of high culture in the fifth and sixth centuries . . . but also of having made strenous efforts in the seventh and up to the tenth century to spread her learning among the German and Romance peoples, thus forming the actual fountain of our present continental civilisation. - Heinrich Zimmer, Professor of Celtic and Sanskrit, Member of the Prussian Academy of Sciences
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Re: Irish Rebel Songs (Lyrics)
A Song Of The Loyal Irish
Boys, O Boys! Listen here to me, We´re going to live in a State that´s Free, Good English citizens all we´ll be; And friends of the Princess Royal; If we only flop on our hands and knees And swear by George of the lands and seas To wipe the green from the Irish trees And for evermore be loyal. We´ll welcome George with a slavish smile We´ll greet him in real colonial style, Back out of his presence half a mile, Like English Whigs and Tories; We´ll damn the deeds of the true and brave Who are sleeping in many an Irish grave Bow down like beggars and humbly crave For a share in England´s glories. We´ll curse the name of the rebel Tone, And of every rebel our land has known And all who hated the English throne, And fought for the Irish Nation, We´ve torn up every oath and vow, We´re part of the civilised Empire now, And the annals of England will teach us how To make sure of our soul´s salvation! All hail the glorious Union Jack! (Though steeped in the blood of the white and the black) We´ll paste it to Ireland´s bended back To prove to the world she´s loyal; We´ll stifle her voice, we´ll drown her cries, We´ll blacken her face with loyal lies, Throw royal dust in her angry eyes And hooray for George the Royal!
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Re: Irish Rebel Songs (Lyrics)
The Fenian Record Player
Wee Willie John McFadden was a loyal Orange Prod Who thought that Ian Paisley was just one step down from God He scorned the little children, in the backstreets of Ardoyne And he thought that history started with the Battle of the Boyne And he thought that history started with the Battle of the Boyne One day he took a brick in his hands and dandered up the Falls He was mumbling "Up the Rangers" and hummin' Derry's Walls He broke a big shop window to annoy the Pope of Rome He took the record player and then he started home He took the record player and then he started home Next night they had a hooley at the local Orange Hall Wee Willie took his player to make music for the ball He chose a stack of records of a very loyal kind But when the music started he nearly lost his mind But when the music started he nearly lost his mind This Fenian record player was a rebel to the core It played out songs the Orange Hall had never heard before For Dolly's Brae and Derry's Walls it didn't give a fig It speeded up God Save the Queen till it sounded like a jig It speeded up God Save the Queen till it sounded like a jig Well the boys were plain demented, to the ground Wee Will was thrown They kicked his ribs in one by one to the tune of Garryowen They threw him out the window to a song about Sinn Fein They kicked him all down Sandy Row to a Nation Once Again They kicked him all down Sandy Row to a Nation Once Again Wee willie's up in the mental home, crazy as a coot He sits there in a padded cell and tootles on his flute But when he tries to play The Sash, he always gets it wrong for half-way through he always finds he's playing The Soldier's Song There's a moral to this story, what it is I cannot say Oh maybe its the ancient words that "crime it will never pay" If you ask Wee Willie McFadden, he'll say "You're kind, you know" If you want to pinch a record player, do it up the Shankill Road If you want to pinch a record player, do it up the Shankill Road
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The traditions of the Irish people are the oldest of any race in Europe north and west of the Alps, and they themselves are the longest settled on their own soil - Edmund Curtis (A History of Ireland: From Earliest Times to 1922) The Irish are one of the most ancient nations that I know of at this end of the world, and are from as mighty a race as the world ever brought forth. For it is certain that Ireland hath had the use of letters very anciently and long before England; that they had letters anciently is nothing doubtful, for the Saxons of England are said to have their letters and learning, and learned men, from the Irish. - Edmund Spenser (writer, and British Government Official in Ireland, AD 1596). The renaissance began in Ireland seven hundred years before it was known in Italy. And Armagh, the ecclesiastical capital of Ireland, was at one time the metropolis of civilisation. - Arsene Darmesteter, Professor of Old French and Literature Ireland can indeed lay claim to a great past; she can not only boast of having been the birthplace and abode of high culture in the fifth and sixth centuries . . . but also of having made strenous efforts in the seventh and up to the tenth century to spread her learning among the German and Romance peoples, thus forming the actual fountain of our present continental civilisation. - Heinrich Zimmer, Professor of Celtic and Sanskrit, Member of the Prussian Academy of Sciences
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Re: Irish Rebel Songs (Lyrics)
Auf Wiedersehen Crossmaglen
So Auf Wiedersehen to Crossmaglen farewell to Carrickmore; I've seen enough of Ireland boys and I won't be back for more! No I won't be back for more! The recruiting sergeant told me boys, how army life is fine But he did not mention the mortar bombs or those bloody Claymore Mines! So Auf Wiedersehen to Crossmaglen farewell to Carrickmore; I've seen enough of Ireland boys and I won't be back for more! No I won't be back for more! He told me of the German girls; the discos evert night But the only craic in South Armagh comes from an armalite! So Auf Wiedersehen to Crossmaglen farewell to Carrickmore; I've seen enough of Ireland boys and I won't be back for more! No I won't be back for more! Well I've spent some time on the Toombe Bridge line where I thought I knew no fear, Then a van-bomb parked outside my Lisburn base and brought the barracks in around my ears! So Auf Wiedersehen to Crossmaglen farewell to Carrickmore; I've seen enough of Ireland boys and I won't be back for more! No I won't be back for more! So farewell at last to West Belfast: to the Markets and the Falls I quickly got the message there it was written on the walls Brits Out! So Auf Wiedersehen to Crossmaglen farewell to Carrickmore; I've seen enough of Ireland boys and I won't be back for more! No I won't be back for more! So all you young lads who in England be signing on the brew Keep well away from the IRA and they won't bother you... So Auf Wiedersehen to Crossmaglen farewell to Carrickmore; I've seen enough of Ireland boys and I won't be back for more! No I won't be back for more!
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The traditions of the Irish people are the oldest of any race in Europe north and west of the Alps, and they themselves are the longest settled on their own soil - Edmund Curtis (A History of Ireland: From Earliest Times to 1922) The Irish are one of the most ancient nations that I know of at this end of the world, and are from as mighty a race as the world ever brought forth. For it is certain that Ireland hath had the use of letters very anciently and long before England; that they had letters anciently is nothing doubtful, for the Saxons of England are said to have their letters and learning, and learned men, from the Irish. - Edmund Spenser (writer, and British Government Official in Ireland, AD 1596). The renaissance began in Ireland seven hundred years before it was known in Italy. And Armagh, the ecclesiastical capital of Ireland, was at one time the metropolis of civilisation. - Arsene Darmesteter, Professor of Old French and Literature Ireland can indeed lay claim to a great past; she can not only boast of having been the birthplace and abode of high culture in the fifth and sixth centuries . . . but also of having made strenous efforts in the seventh and up to the tenth century to spread her learning among the German and Romance peoples, thus forming the actual fountain of our present continental civilisation. - Heinrich Zimmer, Professor of Celtic and Sanskrit, Member of the Prussian Academy of Sciences
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Re: Irish Rebel Songs (Lyrics)
Disband the RUC
There's a police force in old Ireland they're loyal to the crown Most have stood behind the goat with their trousers down They victimise Republicans and they hate the Pope in Rome It's time to scrap their armoured cars and send the bastards home Disband the RUC now they've had their bloody day They brutalised and tortured our men in Castlereagh They abuse and taunt our women and our children while they play Disband these thugs in uniform and send them on their way Our people they have suffered now for far too many years From gas and plastic bullets from batons and from sneers The time has come now Britain in this can you not see Disband these Irish traitors now for peace and liberty Disband the RUC now they've had their bloody day They brutalised and tortured our men in Castlereagh They abuse and taunt our women and our children while they play Disband these thugs in uniform and send them on their way They say that they're impartial non-sectarian today Defenders of the faith and crown in their own heroic way The black and tans are here again but we haven't gone away So raise they cry let's say goodbye disband them now today Disband the RUC now they've had their bloody day They brutalised and tortured our men in Castlereagh They abuse and taunt our women and our children while they play Disband these thugs in uniform and send them on their way
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Re: Irish Rebel Songs (Lyrics)
Flight of Earls
I can hear the bells of Dublin in this lonely waiting room And the paperboys are singin' in the rain Not too long before they take us to the airport and the noise To get on board a transatlantic plane We've got nothin' left to stay for,We had no more left to say And there isn't any work for us to do So farewell ye boys and girls; Another bloody Flight of Earls Our best asset is our best export, too.... It's not murder, fear or famine that makes us leave this time We're not going to join McAlpine's Fusileers We've got brains, and we've got visions; we've got education, too! But we just can't throw away these precious years So we walk the streets of London, And the streets of Baltimore And we meet at night in several Boston bars We're the leaders of the future but we're far away from home And we dream of you beneath the Irish stars As we look on Ellis Island, and the Lady in the bay And Manhattan turns to face another Sunday We just wonder what you're doing to bring us all back home As we look forward to another Monday Because it's not the work that scares us,we don't mind an honest job, and we know things will get better once again So a thousand times adieu, We've got Bono and U2 All we're missin' is the Guinness, and the rain So switch off your new computers cause the writing's on the wall We're leaving as our fathers did before Take a look at Dublin airport, or the boat that leaves North Wall There'll be no Youth Unemployment any more Because we're over here in Queensland,And in parts of New South Wales We're on the seas and airwaysand the trains But if we see better days,Those big airplanes go both ways And we'll all be comin' back to you again!
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The traditions of the Irish people are the oldest of any race in Europe north and west of the Alps, and they themselves are the longest settled on their own soil - Edmund Curtis (A History of Ireland: From Earliest Times to 1922) The Irish are one of the most ancient nations that I know of at this end of the world, and are from as mighty a race as the world ever brought forth. For it is certain that Ireland hath had the use of letters very anciently and long before England; that they had letters anciently is nothing doubtful, for the Saxons of England are said to have their letters and learning, and learned men, from the Irish. - Edmund Spenser (writer, and British Government Official in Ireland, AD 1596). The renaissance began in Ireland seven hundred years before it was known in Italy. And Armagh, the ecclesiastical capital of Ireland, was at one time the metropolis of civilisation. - Arsene Darmesteter, Professor of Old French and Literature Ireland can indeed lay claim to a great past; she can not only boast of having been the birthplace and abode of high culture in the fifth and sixth centuries . . . but also of having made strenous efforts in the seventh and up to the tenth century to spread her learning among the German and Romance peoples, thus forming the actual fountain of our present continental civilisation. - Heinrich Zimmer, Professor of Celtic and Sanskrit, Member of the Prussian Academy of Sciences
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Re: Irish Rebel Songs (Lyrics)
Fighting Men from Crossmaglen
Oh I'll sing a song, Of the bravest men! That famous fighting unit from Armagh They are the men, From Crossmaglen, Amongst the bravest Irelands ever saw In Crossmaglen, The fire burns true. The patriotic flame will never die. And when you hear the battle cry It will be the fighting men from Crossmaglen At night you hear, Bazookas roar, Armalites are heard across the land. The IRA, Their spirits soar They know the reckonin has come to hand In Crossmaglen, The fire burns true. The patriotic flame will never die. And when you hear the battle cry It will be the fighting men from Crossmaglen The British scum, They do fear, Never again they'll see their cursed shore. Because they know They'll pay dear, And the RA will even Irelands bloody score. In Crossmaglen, The fire burns true. The patriotic flame will never die. And when you hear the battle cry It will be the fighting men from Crossmaglen We'll not give up! Oh Will we fuck! Until we're free! Until Irelands out of British hands. We'll never rest, Until we see, The tyrants rule driven from our land
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