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You heard of Sean O'Farrell who was out relaying orders
He nearly got his head shot off a runnin' twixt the borders
So now he's being spelled by another Finnian soldier
He's callin out the old brigade as the Black and Tans come closer
The pikes will be together
The pikes will be together
The pikes will be together and the nation will be one.
25 good Irishmen, the best you ever seen
Went fighting to an early grave, all for the blessed green
Tonight they'll be replaced by yet another hundred more
O''Malleys reinforcements will be comin up the shore
A banner for the Munster boys, and two for Dublin's own
three lanterns in the window means we're taken' this one home
A whistle for the final charge and on we go to see
Who's left and standing on the hill, the Queen's little boys, or me
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2. |
Whiskey In The Jar
03:47
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3. |
The Foggy Dew
03:38
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Michael Collins
05:51
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August 22, word from the inside
Something in the wind so fierce and raw
A lone gunman lays - and watches coldly
Michael Collins' way to Bealnablath
If I had a dime for every Irish hero
Taken in the height of all their fame
They would see his face, in every Irish hero
Laid into a dark and early grave
CHORUS
When they took Michael Collins down
The cry rang out through the town
They sang Hey yo Hey Na Na, the Green and White
is in the ground
Stood up ahead, across the country highway
With a crew of irregs beneath the grass
Michael knew it was clear when he jumped the Crossley Tender
Firing out into the pass
I see smoke in the distance
And O'Neill is crying
Michael ordered us all to
Fight as the bullets were flying
And so he fell for the fresh hell
Of the new country now undone....
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When I was a toe head lad
Knee high to my father
They sang about the old brigades
And toasted to their honor
But now's the time of hungry men
The battle lines are laid
So raise a glass, get off your ass
To the Bairns of the New Brigade
Forty years, a trail of tears
The tightened chains that bind us
A lot of talk and regal walk
And bugger all behind us
What remains of the old Sinn Fein
A marketing charade
Now the Royal Fop sent a mob to stop
The Bairns of The New Brigade
Where has the time gone
Where are the lines
Who are the shining ones,
who Feel the times a changing'
The drill to zero hour
They rise and face a power
A beacon and a tower
Droning on and on and on and on
I heard it in the kitchen
And I heard it in the halls
The bills have all been painted
They're putting out the calls
Once more this time for winning
And when the end is made
They'll sing new songs of glory
To the Bairns of The New Brigade
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6. |
Crofters' Song
04:25
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They come from the shores, and the valley and brae
There's a line of folks leaving the Atlantic Way
They're clarion' the Highlands for sheep, I've been told
And selling dear Ireland for silver and gold
Oh I don't want the world, or a palace on the shore
Just a plow and a horse, and a hunt on the moor
Where the bones of my fathers and mothers do lay
And to plough the green fields, till the end of my days.
One day came the landlord, with letter in hand
"Ye got fifteen days to clear off of my land!"
With sore little money, I gathered my kind
And left a stone house, and our memories behind.
Now we sail for a strange land, we don't know a soul
They're telling us that now we'll be harvesting coal
Where the green hills and Brighid Wells are ne'er to be found
I cry in the night to be back on my ground
So listen, ye Clan chiefs and landlords as well
Gods curse on ye all, you'll be meeting in Hell
For taking good people and selling them down
One day we'll be back on our own Holy Ground.
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For hundreds of years the bones of my dead
Lay nestled beneath where my ancestors said
A greater day's coming, the sunlight that never arrived
We sang all the songs and plodded along
Like nothing on earth would ever go wrong
But gone is the day I can lay down my unburdened head
CHORUS
If ever a time was calling your name
To banish the tyrants to the hell whence they came
So lift up your glass, and roll up the mast
Link arms until freedom has won.
They thought they could rape the land that I love
I say to them "touch not the cat, bot a glove",
for Spilt blood is thick, and the memories long as the grave
They wear down our hands and they wear down our minds
And tell us we can't leave a vision behind
Well tall hatted man, have I got some news for you
CHORUS
If ever a time was calling your name
To banish the tyrants to the hell whence they came
So lift up your glass, and roll up the mast
Link arms until freedom has won.
Take a dollar, they'll put your poor neck in a sling
Take a million, they'll cheer and they'll make you a king
Don't believe a word of what the Godly man puts in your hand
What lasts are the things that your heart has let in
The love of your life, your family and kin
And everything else goes to wind and is dust on the shore
CHORUSIf ever a time was calling your name
To banish the tyrants to the hell whence they came
So lift up your glass, and roll up the mast
Link arms until JUSTICE has won.
Link arms until UNION has won.
Link arms until freedom has won.
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8. |
Oro Se Do Bheatha Bhaile
04:27
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9. |
Yeah
02:31
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Who would be a traitor knave?
The Black and Tans say ‘Will you behave?’
Don’t we own you - bought and sold?
Are you planning your revolt
I said
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Bloody Sunday, Dublin wall
Thought that we forgot it all
Ye monster with a world face
Are you here to take our place?
I said
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Best laid plans of mice and men
Run back to the tower
Freedom stand and freedom fall
To a foreign power
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Glasses are broken, the bottles are done, they're
Busily washing the bar
They're gradually filing outta the place, and
Chris put away his guitar
My vision is blurry, I canna stand up
I smell like a medieval beer -
All the Couples slow dancing' they spin 'round the room, and
soon there'll be nobody here
CHORUS
I was on a sweet mission to find a good lass,
so loveless I'll no longer roam,
of all the fine girls who captured my eye,
the whiskey's the one I'll take home.
Spending my nights with my dreams in the pub,
fine ladies, I watch come and go , I'm
drinkin so much, that I'm wearing' my lunch,
by the time that the welcome sign glows
Another cold night with my hands in my pants, and my
wallet in the no money zone, I will
sway and I'll twirl like a man on a date, but
whiskey's the one I'll take home.
CHORUS
One day, I'll be wedded right here at the bar, my
bride standing right next to me she will
wear a gold label that says "eighty proof" and
bottled in a town far from me. She's
Smooth and she's curvy, and fills up the glass,
she listens to my tales of woe, it's no
longer a mystery at the end of the night,
the whiskey's the one I took home
....La la laaaaa.......
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11. |
Lenadoon Lament
03:06
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