Djehuti
10th August 2006, 20:23
Fantastic music, very nice to listen to. "Bring them home", "Fields of Athenrye", "The dying soldier", "The smashing of the van", "The town I loved so well," "Green fields of France", "Come out ye black and tans", "The Belfast brigade" et cetera. :wub:
"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 the rifle and grenade
When he met the 1st Battalion of the Belfast Brigade"
"Come out ye black and tans,
come out and fight me like a man!
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders!
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra.
Come tell us how you slew,
those brave Arabs two by two.
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows.
How you bravely slew each one,
with your sixteen pounder gun,
and you frightened them poor natives to their marrow!"
Another favourite is Ray Collins "INLA Freedom Fighters":
I'll sing you of an army brave
Who fights from the cradle to the grave
The people will no longer be slaves
For the INLA freedom fighters.
Followers of Connolly
They fight to bring us liberty
Socialism we might see
With the INLA freedom fighters.
"Saoirse Go Deo" is our cry!
The Starry Plough our flag flies high!
England's tyranny we defy!
We're the INLA freedom fighters!
Rising throughout the land —
Connolly in head: gun in hand,
The working class will take a stand
With the INLA freedom fighters,
Fighting for the working class,
The priest condemns us at the Mass,
But this will not turn us from our task
As the INLA freedom fighters.
To meet the Tory tyrant's greed,
A volunteer a bomb did leave,
To kill the imperial Aire Neave
'Twas they — the freedom fighters!
Murder, torture, imprisonment,
Our movement is still not spent,
We vow to make our foes relent
We're the INLA freedom fighters.
The Brits try to criminalise
Our comrades, who on The Blanket lie,
Make sure that the fight does not subside;
We're the INLA freedom fighters.
Captured guerrillas to jail are sent,
Prisoners of war, their time is spent,
With heads unbowed and knees unbent —
One unbroken freedom fighter.
The news in 1981
A hunger strike for rights begun,
But an empty victory was won
For all the freedom fighters.
At British hands died Bobby Sands,
McCreesh and Hughes for the Five Demands,
O'Hara's death our symbol stands,
we're the INLA freedom fighters.
Aye on beneath our banners high,
To avenge our comrades who have died,
Let the fight go on as Patsy said
For the INLA freedom fighters.
I'll sing you of an army brave
Who fights from the cradle to the grave
The people they'll no longer slay
For the INLA freedom fighters .
Followers of Connolly
They fight to bring us liberty,
Socialism we might see
With the INLA freedom fighters.
"Saoirse Go Deo" is our cry!
The Starry Plough our flag flies high!
England's tyranny we defy!
We're the INLA freedom fighters!
"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 the rifle and grenade
When he met the 1st Battalion of the Belfast Brigade"
"Come out ye black and tans,
come out and fight me like a man!
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders!
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra.
Come tell us how you slew,
those brave Arabs two by two.
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows.
How you bravely slew each one,
with your sixteen pounder gun,
and you frightened them poor natives to their marrow!"
Another favourite is Ray Collins "INLA Freedom Fighters":
I'll sing you of an army brave
Who fights from the cradle to the grave
The people will no longer be slaves
For the INLA freedom fighters.
Followers of Connolly
They fight to bring us liberty
Socialism we might see
With the INLA freedom fighters.
"Saoirse Go Deo" is our cry!
The Starry Plough our flag flies high!
England's tyranny we defy!
We're the INLA freedom fighters!
Rising throughout the land —
Connolly in head: gun in hand,
The working class will take a stand
With the INLA freedom fighters,
Fighting for the working class,
The priest condemns us at the Mass,
But this will not turn us from our task
As the INLA freedom fighters.
To meet the Tory tyrant's greed,
A volunteer a bomb did leave,
To kill the imperial Aire Neave
'Twas they — the freedom fighters!
Murder, torture, imprisonment,
Our movement is still not spent,
We vow to make our foes relent
We're the INLA freedom fighters.
The Brits try to criminalise
Our comrades, who on The Blanket lie,
Make sure that the fight does not subside;
We're the INLA freedom fighters.
Captured guerrillas to jail are sent,
Prisoners of war, their time is spent,
With heads unbowed and knees unbent —
One unbroken freedom fighter.
The news in 1981
A hunger strike for rights begun,
But an empty victory was won
For all the freedom fighters.
At British hands died Bobby Sands,
McCreesh and Hughes for the Five Demands,
O'Hara's death our symbol stands,
we're the INLA freedom fighters.
Aye on beneath our banners high,
To avenge our comrades who have died,
Let the fight go on as Patsy said
For the INLA freedom fighters.
I'll sing you of an army brave
Who fights from the cradle to the grave
The people they'll no longer slay
For the INLA freedom fighters .
Followers of Connolly
They fight to bring us liberty,
Socialism we might see
With the INLA freedom fighters.
"Saoirse Go Deo" is our cry!
The Starry Plough our flag flies high!
England's tyranny we defy!
We're the INLA freedom fighters!