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    http://www.songlyrics.com/the-dublin...gy-dew-lyrics/

    As down the glen one Easter morn
    To a city fair rode I
    There Armed lines of marching men
    In squadrons passed me by

    No fife did hum nor battle drum
    Did sound it's dread tattoo
    But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell
    Rang out through the foggy dew

    Right proudly high over Dublin Town
    They hung out the flag of war
    'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
    Than at Sulva or Sud El Bar

    And from the plains of Royal Meath
    Strong men came hurrying through
    While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns
    Sailed in through the foggy dew

    'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go
    That small nations might be free
    But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves
    Or the shore of the Great North Sea

    Oh, had they died by Pearse's side

    Or fought with Cathal Brugha
    Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep
    'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew

    But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell
    Rang mournfully and clear
    For those who died that Easter tide
    In the springing of the year

    And the world did gaze, in deep amaze
    At those fearless men, but few
    Who bore the fight that freedom's light
    Might shine through the foggy dew

    Oh, back through the glen I rode again
    And my heart with grief was sore
    For I parted then with valiant men
    Whom I never shall see more

    But to and fro in my dreams I go
    And I'd kneel and pray for you
    For slavery fled, O glorious dead
    When you fell in the foggy dew
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    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fields_of_Athenry

    "The Fields of Athenry" is an Irish folk ballad set during the Great Irish Famine (1845–1850) about a fictional man named Michael from near Athenry in County Galway who has been sentenced to transportation to Botany Bay, Australia, for stealing food for his starving family. It is a widely known and popular anthem for Irish sports supporters.


    http://www.metrolyrics.com/fields-of...dubliners.html

    By a lonely prison wall,
    I heard a young girl calling
    Michael they have taken you away,
    For you stole Trevelyan's corn
    So the young might see the morn,
    Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay


    CHORUS
    Low lie, The Fields of Athenry
    where once we watched the small free birds fly
    Our love was on the wing
    we had dreams and songs to sing,
    It's so lonely round the Fields of Athenry

    By a lonely prison wall
    I heard a young man calling
    'Nothing matters Mary, when you're free'
    Against the famine and the crown,
    I rebelled, they cut me down
    Now you must raise our child with dignity


    CHORUS


    By a lonely harbour wall
    She watched the last star falling
    As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
    For she lived in hope and pray
    For her love in Botany Bay
    It's so lonely round the Fields Of Athenry


    CHORUS
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      http://lyrics.tandj.net/index.cgi?so...ish_Need_Apply

      No Irish Need Apply
      Traditional Irish Songs


      I'm a decent boy just landed
      From the town of Ballyfad
      I want a situation, yes
      And want it very bad
      I have seen employment advertised
      "It's just the thing" says I
      "But the dirty spalpeen ended with
      'No Irish Need Apply' "

      "Whoa," says I, "that's an insult
      But to get the place I'll try"
      So I went to see the blackguard
      With his "No Irish Need Apply"
      Some do count it a misfortune
      To be christened Pat or Dan
      But to me it is an honor
      To be born an Irishman

      I started out to find the house,
      I got it mighty soon
      There I found the old chap seated
      He was reading the Tribune
      I told him what I came for
      When he in a rage did fly
      "No!" he says, "You are a Paddy
      And no Irish need apply"

      Then I gets my dander rising
      And I'd like to black his eye
      To tell an Irish gentleman
      "No Irish Need Apply"
      Some do count it a misfortune
      To be christened Pat or Dan
      But to me it is an honor
      To be born an Irishman

      I couldn't stand it longer
      So a hold of him I took
      And gave him such a welting
      As he'd get at Donnybrook
      He hollered, "Milia murther"
      And to get away did try
      And swore he'd never write again
      "No Irish Need Apply"

      Well he made a big apology
      I told him then goodbye
      Saying, "When next you want a beating
      Write 'No Irish Need Apply' "
      Some do count it a misfortune
      To be christened Pat or Dan
      But to me it is an honor
      To be born an Irishman
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        http://www.thelyricarchive.com/song/...Beat-the-Irish

        Part 1

        In 1167 they came to Ireland on the make
        They were followed by invasions and by conquests in their wake
        The kings and queens of Enland made our land a battle groud
        They took our land by fraud defeat, by poison murder and decet.

        Muder plunder faugh a balla clear the way
        Cheating stealing diddle idle de
        Ducking diving faugh a balla clear the way
        Diddily i del de di diddly idle do

        By the 15th century they held percariously to the Pale
        The invaders were more Irish than the Irish that's the tale,
        A fat greedy king called Henry
        His dick was bigger than his brain
        Imposed on us his Reformation
        Confiscations and usurpation

        You'll never beat the Irish
        No matter what you do
        You can put us down and keep us out
        But we'll come back again
        You know we are the fighting Irish
        and we'll fight until the end
        You should have known
        You'll never beat the Irish

        Then the virgin Queen elizabeth brought was and turmoil to our land
        She decimated Munster
        Scorched the earth and all at hand,
        then James 1st and Charles the mad
        Brought out other greedy bands
        They tool the land of Ulster
        Killed the Chieftains poinsend plundered

        Muder plunder faugh a balla clear the way
        Cheating stealing diddle idle de
        Ducking diving faugh a balla clear the way
        Diddily i del de di diddly idle do

        Byfraud and defective titles they cheated Connaught and the west
        Across the seventeenth century from war we had no rest
        For the curse of Cromwell plagued the land
        Till our towns were red with blood
        Then the Battle of the Boyne was fought by Williams, James and foreign hoards

        You'll never beat the Irish
        No matter what you do
        You can kill us off and put us down
        and exterminate us too
        But we'll come back again
        You know we are the fighting Irish
        and we'll fight until the end
        You should have known
        You'll never beat the Irish

        Part 2

        Was at Siege of Limerick that Patrick Sarsfield won the day
        But the Irish they were cheated when his army went away
        Then Queen Ann and her successors enforced on us those Penal Laws
        Denying their rights and liberty of religion lands and property

        Muder plunder faugh a balla clear the way
        Cheating stealing diddle idle de
        Ducking diving faugh a balla clear the way
        Diddily i del de di diddly idle do

        Then came the three mad Georges and they had us nearly fooled
        They couldn't speak the lingo of the counties that they ruled
        Puppets of the ascendancy they kept the Irish down
        But the rebels and the whiteboys kept their arms and their forces on the run

        You'll never beat the Irish
        No matter what you do
        You can put us down and keep us out
        But we'll come back again
        You know we are the fighting Irish
        and we'll fight until the end
        You should have known
        You'll never beat the Irish

        Then the famine Queen Victoria came to rule us by and by
        She was on the throne so bloody long
        we thought she'd never die
        She presided over hunger famine poverty and disease
        She drove the people from their home to their deaths or lands beyond the foam

        Muder plunder faugh a balla clear the way
        Cheating stealing diddle idle de
        Ducking diving faugh a balla clear the way
        Diddily i del de di diddly idle do

        Across the 19th century we fought opression with great zeal
        O'Connell spoke his blarney for emancipation and repeal
        Young Ireland and the Fenians tried with dynamite and gun
        Parnell, the Men of Sixteen, then Collins had their armies on the run

        You'll never beat the Irish
        No matter what you do
        You can kill us off and put us down
        and exterminate us too
        But we'll come back again
        You know we are the fighting Irish
        and we'll fight until the end
        You should have known
        You'll never beat the Irish

        Muder plunder faugh a balla clear the way
        Cheating stealing diddle idle de
        Ducking diving faugh a balla clear the way
        Diddily i del de di diddly idle do

        Part 3

        In 1922 well they divided up our land
        Six counties held by England, it was all they could command
        Against the wishes of the majority of the people of our land
        They drew a dorder through our country through town and home and mountains

        Muder plunder faugh a balla clear the way
        Cheating stealing diddle idle de
        Ducking diving faugh a balla clear the way
        Diddily i del de di diddly idle do

        Then the country was engulfed into a bloody civil war
        Between those against the treaty and those who voted for
        George the IV, he opend Parliament for the stalled in the north
        While the rest were building Ireland from the ruined colonial lashes

        You'll never beat the Irish
        No matter what you do
        You can put us down and keep us out
        But we'll come back again
        You know we are the fighting Irish
        and we'll fight until the end
        You should have known
        You'll never beat the Irish

        Then Edward, George, and Elizabeth looked after Ireland's fate
        They watched discrimination grow in a gerrymandered state
        Homes and churches burnt while the orange power did grew
        Discrimination bigotry in housing jobs and liberties

        Muder plunder faugh a balla clear the way
        Cheating stealing diddle idle de
        Ducking diving faugh a balla clear the way
        Diddily i del de di diddly idle do

        From the ashes of the past, the Phoniex did emerge
        A new declared republic, on the world it did converge
        The search for peace prosperity and unity in our land
        We too are locked in Europe, till they made their peace agreement

        You'll never beat the Irish
        No matter what you do
        You can kill us off and put us down
        and exterminate us too
        But we'll come back again
        You know we are the fighting Irish
        and we'll fight until the end
        You should have known
        You'll never beat the Irish

        Muder plunder faugh a balla clear the way
        Cheating stealing diddle idle de
        Ducking diving faugh a balla clear the way
        Diddily i del de di diddly idle do

        Muder plunder faugh a balla clear the way
        Cheating stealing diddle idle de
        Ducking diving faugh a balla clear the way
        Diddily i del de di diddly idle do
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          http://www.elyrics.net/read/w/wolfe-...ns-lyrics.html

          Come Out Ye Black and Tans


          I was born on a Dublin street where the royal drums did beat
          And the loving English feet walked all over us,
          And every single night when me father'd come home tight
          He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:


          (chorus) Oh, come out you black and tans,
          Come out and fight me like a man
          Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
          Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away,
          From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra.

          Come let us hear you tell
          How you slandered great Parnell,
          When you thought him well and truly persecuted,
          Where are the sneers and jeers
          That you bravely let us hear
          When our heroes of sixteen were executed.

          (chorus) Oh, come out you black and tans,
          Come out and fight me like a man
          Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
          Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away,
          From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra.

          Come tell us how you slew
          Them ol' Arabs two by two
          Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
          How you bravely faced each one
          With your sixteen pounder gun
          And you frightened them damn natives to their marrow.

          (chorus) Oh, come out you black and tans,
          Come out and fight me like a man
          Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
          Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away,
          From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra.

          Oh, come out ye English Huns
          Come out and fight without yer guns
          Show yer wife how you won medals up in Derry
          Ye Murdered Free Young Men,
          And you'll do the same again
          So get out and take yer bloody army with ye

          (chorus) Oh, come out you black and tans,
          Come out and fight me like a man
          Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders
          Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away,
          From the green and lovely lanes in Killeshandra.
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          • #6


            http://thebards.net/music/lyrics/Patriot_Game.shtml

            Patriot Game

            Background:Tune: "One Morning In May", or "God on Our Side". This song was written by Dominic Behan, brother of Brendan. It tells the story of Fergal O'Hanlon from Ballybay, Co Monaghan, who tried to abolish the border between the Six Counties and the Republic. He was killed during the Brookborough attack at the age of 17. The song has become world famous. Undoubtedly one of the best ballads ever to come out of the Irish struggles.



            Come all ye young rebels, and list while I sing,
            For the love of one's country is a terrible thing.
            It banishes fear with the speed of a flame,
            And it makes us all part of the patriot game.



            My name is O'Hanlon, and I've just turned sixteen.
            My home is in Monaghan, and where I was weaned
            I learned all my life cruel England's to blame,
            So now I am part of the patriot game.



            This Ireland of ours has too long been half free.
            Six counties lie under John Bull's tyranny.
            But still De Valera is greatly to blame
            For shirking his part in the Patriot game.



            They told me how Connolly was shot in his chair,
            His wounds from the fighting all bloody and bare.
            His fine body twisted, all battered and lame
            They soon made me part of the patriot game.



            It's nearly two years since I wandered away
            With the local battalion of the bold IRA,
            For I read of our heroes, and wanted the same
            To play out my part in the patriot game.



            [extra verse I found]
            I don't mind a bit if I shoot down police
            They are lackeys for war never guardians of peace
            And yet at deserters I'm never let aim
            The rebels who sold out the patriot game



            And now as I lie here, my body all holes
            I think of those traitors who bargained in souls
            And I wish that my rifle had given the same
            To those Quislings who sold out the patriot game.


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            • #7


              Young Ned Of The Hill - The Pogues

              A song by the Pogues about the experiences of Irish Catholics in Ireland during the period of Oliver Cromwell's rule.

              http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/p/p...ed_fragment_=#!

              Have you ever walked the lonesome hills
              And heard the curlews cry
              Or seen the raven black as night
              Upon a windswept sky
              To walk the purple heather
              And hear the westwind cry
              To know that's where the rapparee must die

              Since Cromwell pushed us westward
              To live our lowly lives
              There's some of us have deemed to fight
              From Tipperary mountains high
              Noble men with wills of iron
              Who are not afraid to die
              Who'll fight with gaelic honour held on high

              A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
              You who raped our Motherland
              I hope you're rotting down in hell
              For the horrors that you sent
              To our misfortunate forefathers
              Whom you robbed of their birthright
              "To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight

              Of one such man I'd like to speak
              A rapparee by name and deed
              His family dispossessed and slaughtered
              They put a price upon his head
              His name is known in song and story
              His deeds are legends still
              And murdered for blood money
              Was young Ned of the hill

              You have robbed our homes and fortunes
              Even drove us from our land
              You tried to break our spirit
              But you'll never understand
              The love of dear old Ireland
              That will forge an iron will
              As long as there are gallant men
              Like young Ned of the hill

              A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
              You who raped our Motherland
              I hope you're rotting down in hell
              For the horrors that you sent
              To our misfortunate forefathers
              Whom you robbed of their birthright
              "To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight
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                http://www.songlyrics.com/the-dublin...-again-lyrics/

                When boyhood's fire was in my blood
                I read of ancient freemen
                Of 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 Ireland long a province be a nation once again

                And from that time through wildest woe
                That hope has shown a far light
                Nor could love's brightest summer glow
                Outshine that solemn starlight

                It seem to watch above my head
                Through foreign fields and fame
                It's angel voice sang 'round my bed
                A nation once again


                A nation once again, a nation once again
                And Ireland long a province be a nation once again

                So as I grew from boy to man
                I bent me to my bidding
                My spirit of each selfish plan
                And cruel passion ridding

                For thus I hope some day to wake
                Nor can such hope be vain
                When my dear country shall be made
                A nation once again

                A nation once again
                A nation once again
                And Ireland long a province be
                A nation once again
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                • #9
                  Mix - Isle of Innisfree

                  "I've met some folk who say that I'm a dreamer
                  And I've no doubt there's truth in what they say
                  For sure a body's bound to be a dreamer
                  When all the things he loves are far away."

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                  • #10
                    Davy Spillane - Caoineadh Cu Chulainn Uilleann Pipes

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                      What no boys of the old brigade or Four Green Fields yet.

                      Seriously some strong selections here Bowden my compliments

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                      • #12
                        Originally posted by thegoon View Post
                        What no boys of the old brigade or Four Green Fields yet.

                        Seriously some strong selections here Bowden my compliments
                        Thanks for the suggestions and the complements.
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                        • #13
                          The Boys of the Old Brigade - The Wolf Tones

                          "Song about the Easter Rising in Dublin against the British Empire. This is one of the best Rebel Songs ever written by Paddy McGuigan".



                          Oh father why are you so sad
                          on this bright easter morn
                          when Irishmen are proud and glad
                          of the land where they were born
                          Oh son I see sad memories
                          of far off distant days
                          when being just a lad like you
                          I joined the IRA !

                          Where are the lads who stood with me
                          when histoy was made
                          Ó grá mo chroí, I long to see
                          The boys of the old brigade

                          From hills and farms the call to arms
                          was heard by one and all
                          and from the glens came brave young men
                          to answer Ireland's call
                          twas long ago we faced the foe
                          the old brigade and me
                          by my side they fought and died
                          that Ireland might be free

                          Where are the lads who stood with me
                          when histoy was made
                          Ó grá mo chroí, I long to see
                          The boys of the old brigade

                          and now my boy I've told you why
                          on easter morn I sigh
                          for I recall my comrades all
                          from the dark old days gone by
                          I think of men who fought in glens
                          with rifles and grenade
                          may heaven keep the men who sleep
                          from the ranks of the old brigade
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                            I sat within the valley green
                            I sat me with my true love
                            My sad heart strove the two between
                            The old love and the new love

                            The old for her the new that made me
                            Think on Ireland dearly
                            While the soft wind blew down the glen
                            And it shook the golden barley

                            T'was hard the woeful words to frame
                            T'was worse the tide that bound us
                            But harder still to bear the shame
                            Of foreign chains around us

                            And so I said the mountain glen
                            I'll seek at morning early
                            And join the bold united men
                            While soft wind shakes the barley

                            While sad I kissed away her tears
                            My fond arms 'round her flinging
                            When a foe man's shot burst on our ears
                            From out the wild wood ringing

                            And a bullet pierced my true love's side
                            In life's young spring so early
                            And on my breast in blood she died
                            While soft wind shakes the barley

                            And blood for blood without remorse
                            I've taken at oulart hollow
                            I've lain my true love's clay full corpse
                            Where I full soon will follow

                            Around her grave I've wandered drear
                            Noon, night, and morning early
                            With a breaking heart when ever I hear
                            The wind that shakes the barley
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                              Wolfe Tones-The Wests awake






                              (Thomas Osbourne Davis)

                              When all beside a vigil keep,
                              The West's asleep, the West's asleep -
                              Alas! and well may Erin weep
                              When Connacht lies in slumber deep.
                              There lake and plain smile fair and free,
                              'Mid rocks their guardian chivalry.
                              Sing, Oh ! let man learn liberty
                              From crashing wind and lashing sea.

                              That chainless wave and lovely land
                              Freedom and nationhood demand;
                              Be sure the great God never planned
                              For slumb'ring slaves a home so grand.
                              And long a brave and haughty race
                              Honoured and sentinelled the place.

                              Sing, Oh! not even their sons' disgrace
                              Can quite destroy their glory's trace.
                              For often, in O'Connor's van,
                              To triumph dashed each Connacht clan.

                              And fleet as deer the Normans ran
                              Thro' Corrsliabh Pass and Ardrahan;
                              And later times saw deeds as brave,
                              And glory guards Clanricard's grave,
                              Sing, Oh! they died their land to save
                              At Aughrim's slopes and Shannon's wave.

                              And if, when all a vigil keep,
                              The West's asleep! the West's asleep!
                              Alas! and well may Erin weep
                              That Connacht lies in s1umber deep.
                              But, hark! a voice like thunder spake,
                              The West's awake! the West's awake!
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