Lyrics

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Gaelic

Amhrn na bhFiann
Seo dhibh a chirde duan glaigh,
Cathrimeach briomhar ceolmhar,
r dtinte cnmh go buacach tid,
‘S an spir go min raltogach
Is fonnmhar faobhrach sinn chun gleo
‘S go tinmhar gl roimh thocht do’n l
F chinas chaomh na hoiche ar seol:
Seo libh canadh Amhrn na bhFiann

Curf:
Sinne Firnna Fil
A t f gheall ag irinn,
buion dr slua
Thar toinn do rinig chugainn,
F mhid bheith saor.
Sean tr r sinsir feasta
N fhagfar f’n tiorn n fn tril
Anocht a tham sa bhearna bhaoil,
Le gean ar Ghaeil chun bis n saoil
Le guna screach f lmhach na bpilar
Seo libh canadh Amhrn na bhFiann.

Cois bnta ridhe, ar rdaibh slibhe,
Ba bhuachach r sinsir romhainn,
Ag lmhach go tran f’n sr-bhrat sin
T thuas sa ghaoith go seolta
Ba dhchas riamh d’r gcine chidh
Gan iompil siar imirt ir,
‘S ag sil mar iad i gcoinne nmhad
Seo libh, canadh Amhrn na bhFiann

Curf

English

We’ll sing a song, a soldier’s song,
With cheering rousing chorus,
As round our blazing fires we throng,
The starry heavens o’er us;
Impatient for the coming fight,
And as we wait the morning’s light,
Here in the silence of the night,
We’ll chant a soldier’s song.

Chorus:
Soldiers are we
whose lives are pledged to Ireland;
Some have come
from a land beyond the wave.
Sworn to be free,
No more our ancient sire land
Shall shelter the despot or the slave.
Tonight we man the gap of danger
In Erin’s cause, come woe or weal
“Mid cannons” roar and rifles peal,
We’ll chant a soldier’s song.

In valley green, on towering crag,
Our fathers fought before us,
And conquered ‘neath the same old flag
That’s proudly floating o’er us.
We’re children of a fighting race,
That never yet has known disgrace,
And as we march, the foe to face,
We’ll chant a soldier’s song.

Chorus

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Bold Fenian Men 
Fenian Monumen 2

‘Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman
A-plucking young nettles, she ne’er saw me coming
I listened a while to the song she was humming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

‘Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms, on eyes with hope gleaming
I see them again, sure, in all my sad dreaming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.

When I was a young girl, their marching and drilling
Awoke in the glenside sounds awesome and thrilling
They loved poor old Ireland, to die they were willing
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.

Some died on the glenside, some died near a stranger
And wise men have told us their cause was a failure
But they fought for old Ireland and never feared danger
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

I passed on my way, God be praised that I met her
Be life long or short, sure I’ll never forget her
We may have brave men, but we’ll never have better
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

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Drunken Lullabies lyrics-Floggin Molly

Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again
Five hundred years like Gelignite
Have blown us all to hell
What savior rests while on his cross we die
“Forgotten Freedom Burns”
Has the Shepard led his lambs astray
to the bigot and the gun

Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin’ drunken lullabies

I watch and stare as Rosin`s eyes
Turn a darker shade of red
And the bullet with this sniper lie
In their bloody gutless cell
Must we starve on crumbs from long ago
Through these bars these men made steel
Is it a great or little thing we fought
Knelt the conscience blessed to kill

Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin’ drunken lullabies

Ah, but maybe it`s the way you were taught
Or maybe it`s the way we fought
But a smile never grins without tears to begin
For each kiss is a cry we all lost
Though nothing is left to gain
But for the banshee that stole the grave
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin’ drunken lullabies

I sit in and dwell on faces past
Like memories seem to fade
No colour left but black and white
And soon will all turn grey
But may these shadows rise to walk again
With lessons truly learnt
When the blossom flowers in each our hearts
Shall beat a new found flame

Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin’ drunken lullabies

BOBBY

Born in Abbotts Cross He was the first of four
But it wasn’t long before the Brits ran them from their own door,
Following that awful day
Bobby found home, with The Provisional I.R.A

Arrested and Sent to jail in 1973′
For three long years he yearned for Liberty,
In 1977 he faced fourteen years more
Never did he think, It would be the last time he’d stand outside a prison door

On the 1st of March 81′
His final battle had begun,
Only 27 years of age
Young Bobby was to die in a H-Block cage

On the 9th of April for everyone to see
He was elected Westministers Youngest MP,
But without the introduction of the 5 Demands
”We must see our present fight right through to the very end” said Our Hero Bobby Sands

On the 5th of May his life had ended
Words from 50 Nations ” His Courage Commended”
A Memorial in Cuba, A Statue in Sydney and of course The Street in Tehran,
Just some of the Tributes from the world
To salute the life of Ireland’s Bobby Sands

After 31 long years his spirit still lives on
With any thought of Bobby, The movement remains strong,
So on our road to Freedom we remember the courage of our 10,
And of course Bobby’s most famous words ” OUR REVENGE WILL BE THE LAUGHTER OF OUR CHILDREN”

     The Rhythm Of Time By Bobby Sands

There’s an inner thing in every man,
Do you know this thing my friend?
It has withstood the blows of a million years,
And will do so to the end.

It was born when time did not exist,
And it grew up out of life,
It cut down evil’s strangling vines,
Like a slashing searing knife.

It lit fires when fires were not,
And burnt the mind of man,
Tempering leandened hearts to steel,
From the time that time began.

It wept by the waters of Babylon,
And when all men were a loss,
It screeched in writhing agony,
And it hung bleeding from the Cross.

It died in Rome by lion and sword,
And in defiant cruel array,
When the deathly word was ‘Spartacus’
Along with Appian Way.

It marched with Wat the Tyler’s poor,
And frightened lord and king,
And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare,
As e’er a living thing.

It smiled in holy innocence,
Before conquistadors of old,
So meek and tame and unaware,
Of the deathly power of gold.

It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets,
And stormed the old Bastille,
And marched upon the serpent’s head,
And crushed it ‘neath its heel.

It died in blood on Buffalo Plains,
And starved by moons of rain,
Its heart was buried in Wounded Knee,
But it will come to rise again.

It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes,
As it was knelt upon the ground,
And it died in great defiance,
As they coldly shot it down.

It is found in every light of hope,
It knows no bounds nor space
It has risen in red and black and white,
It is there in every race.

It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,
It screams in tyrants’ eyes,
It has reached the peak of mountains high,
It comes searing ‘cross the skies.

It lights the dark of this prison cell,
It thunders forth its might,
It is ‘the undauntable thought’, my friend,
That thought that says ‘I’m right!’

Aiden McAnespie lyrics
 
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.
 
 
John Thomson Song
 
The untimely death of Scotland’s goalkeeper prospect John Thomson,
had shocked the nation so much, that a song was dedicated to him:
A young lad named John Thomson,
From the west of Fife he came,
To play for Glasgow Celtic,
And to build himself a name.
 
On the fifth day of September,
‘gainst the Rangers club he played,
From defeat he saved the Celtic,
Ah but what a price he paid.
The ball rolled from the centre,
Young John ran out and dived,
The ball rolled by; young John lay still,
For his club this hero died.
 
I took a trip to Parkhead,
To the dear old Paradise,
And as the players came out,
Sure the tears fell from my eyes.
 
For a famous face was missing,
From the green and white brigade,
And they told me Johnny Thomson,
His last game he had played.
Farewell my darling Johnny,
Prince of players we must part,
No more we’ll stand and cheer you,
On the slopes of Celtic Park.
 
Now the fans they all are silent,
As they travel near and far,
No more they’ll cheer John Thomson,
Our bright and shining star.
 
So come all you Glasgow Celtic,
Stand up and play the game,
For between your posts there stands a ghost,
Johnny Thomson is his name.
 
 

Every Dog Has Its Day (Live) lyrics-Floggin Molly

Well I’ve drunk to drown, on every ocean I’ve been
Lake Tanganyika, where the crocodiles swim
Halifax, Nova Scotia to Van Diemen’s land
Well I drank with the Sultan, down the Suez Canal

Cause Every Dog Has Its Day
Like every woman, she gets her own way
And if there’s a ship that sails tonight
I’ll captain that too, just to be there with you

Well there was old Jerry Rooney, who was mad as a mule
Spillblood Maloney had a head like one too
That night on the bridge, with my shovel in hand
Well he threatened to kill me, for sure he picked the wrong man

Cause Every Dog Has Its Day
Like every woman, she gets her own way
And if there’s a ship that sails tonight
I’ll captain that too, just to be there with you

Well there was mutiny in Lagos, aboard the mean ship Skondi
Ten or twelve days in prison, till the bastards set me free
McCloskey you’re free

Cause Every Dog Has Its Day
Like every woman, she gets her own way
And if there’s a ship that sails tonight
I’ll captain that too, just to be there with you

Now I love the sea and she wants me back
So I leave this ol’ harbor, with the wind of Bridgette’s Crack
Goodbye mother Theresa, I hope the kids settle down
I must head for the Chinas, pray to God I don’t drown

For Every Dog Has Its Day
Like every woman, she gets her own way
And if there’s a ship that sails tonight
I’ll captain that too

Cause Every Dog Has Its Day
Like every woman, she gets her own way
And if there’s a ship that sails tonight
I’ll captain that too, just to be there with you

These Exiled Years lyrics-Floggin Molly

It’s four in the mornin’
Battered and numb
A loaded room, an empty gun
I whistle a tune, I heard years before
The clock started tickin’
Where did the time go
I danced to the mornin’
She called out my name
The wind was a howlin’
And down came the rain
Her arms they caressed me
Sweet was her brow
She opened my eyes
To banish the doubt
Wash me down in all of your joy
But don’t drag me through this again

I’ve heard all your sad songs I can hear
It’s in with the whiskey and out with the gin
I’ve heard all your sad songs I can hear
It’s another day older
In These Exiled Years

The dew on the ground
Blankets the face
Cold was the night
Gone her embrace
For your land of the free
Now prisons me
To rot in this jail
Of lost liberty

Wash me down in all of your joy
But don’t drag me through this again

I’ve heard all your sad songs I can hear
It’s in with the whiskey and out with the gin
I’ve heard all your sad songs I can hear
It’s another day older
In These Exiled Years

Walk away, watch me as I wave
One foot here, but sure the other’s in the grave
Walk away, walk away

I’ve heard all your sad songs I can hear
It’s in with the whiskey and out with the gin
I’ve heard all your sad songs I can hear
It’s another day older
In These Exiled Years

 
                                                   

					
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