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[Em]Oh, the Bansha[D] peeler went [Em]out one night on[G] duty and pa[D]trolling-o
He[Em] spied a[D] goat up[Em]on the road and[G] took him[D] for a-[Em]strolling-o

The Bansha Peelers went one night
On duty and pathrollinТ O,
When they met a goat upon the road,
And took him for been a sthroller O.
With bayТnet fixed they sallied forth,

The Wolfe Tones - Jackets Green

When I was a maiden fair and young
On the pleasant banks of the Lee
No bird that in the greenwood sung
Was half so blithe and free
My heart near leapt with flying feet
No love sang me her Queen

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!

Chorus:
Where are the lads who stood with me
When history was made?
Oh, gra mo chree I long to see
The Boys of the Old Brigade.

"Oh father, why are you so sad,
on this bright Easter morn?

It was far across the sea
When the devil got a hold of me
He wouldn't set me free
So he kept me soul for ransom
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
I'm a sailor man from Glasgow town

I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat
And the loving English feet they tramped all over us,
And each and every night when me father'd come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:

Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders

The Boys Of The County Armagh
(Trad)

Theres one fair county in Ireland
With memories so glorious and grand
Where nature has lavished its bounty
On the orchard of Erins green land

I'll sing you a song of a row in the town,
When the green flag went up and the Crown flag came down,
'Twas the neatest and sweetest thing ever you saw,
And they played that great game they called Erin Go Bragh.

God bless gallant Pearse and his comrades who died
Tom Clark, MacDonagh, MacDiarmada, McBride,
And here's to James Connolly who gave one hurrah,

The snows on the hills
Fill my heart with winter chills
Christmas has once again found me
Dreams of my childhood
And presents round the tree
Family and friends all around me

I'm coming home

1.[D] Just[Em] give me your[G] hand,
PEm]Tabhair dom do[G] lámh.
Just[Em] give me your[G] hand
And I'll walk with you,
Through the[D7] streets of our[G] land,
Through the[D7] mountains[G] so[Em] grand.
If you give me your[G] hand.

Okay, for the last time this evening, boys and girls
We're gonna ask you to give a nice bit of ciúnas
A very beautiful song you know very well
Despite to 1916 and one of the forgotten heroes of that period of time
A young man called Joseph Mary Plunkett
While he was awaiting execution
He married his longtime girlfriend, Grace Gifford
A very beautiful song

The man was all shot
through that came to day into the Barrack Square
And a soldier I, I am not proud
to say that we killed him there
They brought him from the prison hospital and to
see him in that chair
I swear his smile would, would far more quickly call a man
to prayer

Armored cars and tanks and guns
came to take away our sons!
but every man must stand behind
the men behind the wire

armored cars and tanks and guns
came to take away our sons
but every man must stand behind

MICHAEL COLLINS
(Written by Derek Warfield)
Wolfe Tones (Ireland) - 1983

Come listen all me true men to my simple rhyme
For it tells of a young man cut off in his prime
A soldier and a statesman who laid down the law, and,
To die by the roaside in lone Beal na Bla

Oh, the seagulls are calling
The wind is in the sail
And she's fast moving out to the sea
On a ship bound for Saint John's
Three thousand miles away
A human cargo, my comrades and me

Fare thee well, green valleys

In the East End of London, I met an old man
He kept a bar called the Horses and Tram
"My parents were Irish
They loved that dear land" the cockney
He smiled and he shook my old hand

"My heart is in Ireland it's
There I long to be

(Chorus)
We're on the one road
Sharing the one load
We're on the road to God knows where
We're on the one road
It may be the wrong road
But we're together now who cares
North men, South men, comrades all

Oh the Empire, it is finished
No foreign lands to seize
So the greedy eye of England
Is turning towards the seas
Two hundred miles from Donegal
There's a place that's called Rockall
And the groping hands of Whitehall
Are grabbing at it's wall

I was eighteen years old
When I went down to Dublin,
With a fistfull of money
And a cartload of dreams,
Take your time
Said me father,
Stop rushing like hell,
And remember all is not

Oh, father why are you so sad
On this bright Easter morn'
When Irish men are proud and glad
Of the land where they were born?
Son, I see in mem'ries few
Of far off distant days
When being just a lad like you
I joined the IRA

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 pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus Bell o'er the Liffey's 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 Suvla or Sud-El-Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through

On the gay Galtee Mountains
One morning in May
I'll tell you a story that happened one day
It's about a fair maiden
Her age was sixteen
And she sported the colors white, orange
And green

We can be as free as the
Wild flowers on the mountain
As the birds upon the ocean
As the waves upon the sand
Calm the winter gale and let's
Set the wheels in motion rise up
Friends and comrades come join along with me

[Am]I am a young fellow that's easy and bold,
In [G]Castletown Conners I'm very well known;
In [Am]Newcastle West I spent many a note
With[G] Kitty and Molly and[Am] Mary.
My [Am]parents rebuked me for [G]being such a rake
And [Am]spending my time in such [G]frolicsome ways,
But [Am]I ne've could forget the good nature of Jane,
Agus[G] fagaimid siud mar [Am]ata se.

You may talk and write and boast
About your fenians and your clans
And how the boys from County Cork
Beat up the Black and Tans
And view a little codger who
Came out without a scar
His name is Paddy Mulligan
The man from Mullingar

Armoured cars and tanks and guns
Came to take away our sons
But every man will stand behind
The Men Behind the Wire

Through the little streets of Belfast
In the dark of early morn
British soldiers came marauding

The Wolfe Tones (1985)

"The Wearing of the Green" is an anonymously-penned Irish street ballad dating to 1798. The context of the song is the repression around the time of the Irish Rebellion of 1798. Wearing a shamrock in the "caubeen" (hat) was a sign of rebellion and green was the colour of the Society of the United Irishmen, a republican revolutionary organisation. During the period, displaying revolutionary insignia was made punishable by hanging.

O Paddy dear, and did you hear the news that's going round?
The Shamrock is for bid, by laws, to grow on Irish ground!
No more St. Patrick's day we'll keep his color last be seen;
For, there's a bloody law agin the Wearing of the Green!

In eleven sixty-seven, they came to Ireland on the make
They were followed by invasions and by conquests in their wake
The Kings and Queens of England made the land a battleground
They took the land by fraud, defeat; murder, poison, and deceit!

Murder, plunder fallaballa, clear the way
Cheating, stealing, diddly-idel-day
Ducking, diving, fallaballa, clear the way