«BATTLE CRY All men have the strength inside to get up on their feet I’d rather stand and fight than live my life down on my knees Together we can ...»
All men have the strength inside
to get up on their feet
I’d rather stand and fight than
live my life down on my knees
Together we can shed these chains
designed to keep us bound
We’ll hold our heads up high
won’t let the bastards keep us down
Far away, far away,
you can hear the battle cry
Far away, far away,
lift your voices and your spirits high
Let’s Gooo-o--o-o - LET’S GO!
God help the man who will not stand
and fight for what is right When the powers ranged against him try to force him with their might For no one can pull asunder those who stand in unity You’ll never get us down, so don’t you ever tread on me HAUL AWAY JOE When I was just a little boy my mother said to me, to me Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe That if I did not kiss the girls, my lips would all grow mouldy, to me Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe Way haul away, the good ship now is rolling, to me Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe Well first I met a Yankee girl and she was fat and lazy, to me Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe Then I met an Irish girl, she damn near drove me crazy, to me Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe King Louis was the king of France before the revolution, to me Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe And then he got his head cut off, it spoiled his constitution, to me Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe Way haul away, we're bound for better weather, to me Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe GO ON HOME BRITISH SOLIDERS CHORUS Go on home, British soldiers, go on home Have you got no bloody homes of your own?
For 800 years we’ve fought you without fear And we will fight you for 800 more If you stay British soldiers, if you stay You’ll never ever beat the IRA The 14 men in Derry are the last that you will bury Get out and leave Ireland while you may CHORUS We’re not British, we’re not Saxon, we’re not English We’re Irish!, and proud we are to be So stuff your Union Jack, we want our country back Get out you bastards, let Ireland be free CHORUS Well we’re fighting British soldiers for the cause We’ll never bow to soldiers just because Throughout our history, we were born to be free So get out you Brits, let Ireland be free CHORUS x2 DEVIL'S DEN (PARADISE SQUARE PT 2) Marching away caused a thunderous hell through the heat of the day When they roared at the sun Strides a broken young man Scores fell down dead, The ghosts still remain others lay there & bled from the men that he’s slain Bodies broken & maimed By his own killing hand Yet our hearts fell, Born on the streets with that proud Rebel Yell he grew up hard & mean Through the smoke they still came Raised in Paradise Square But the blood and the gore No help came our way of this cruel Civil War on that terrible day Five Points canno
These brave 57 left from Donegal Bay A boat load of Paddys come to work the railway Leaving their families, not a shilling in hand Unwanted men in a foreign land CHORUS So sip your pint and I’ll tell you a tale Of the brave 57 from Donegal set sail Twas not the disease but rather the hate At Duffy’s Cut where they met their fate Resented and hated they broke through the stone A little for whiskey & the rest they sent home Each day they worked the trench through the rain and the mud They lined the walls with their sweat and their blood How the tale ends was never quite clear Locals in town tried to wipe out the fear No doctor could save them nor did they try Cuz the signs had all read “The Irish need not apply” And one by one the souls were laid to rest As history hides the lies they wouldn’t confess Ghosts of the past were butchered for what Those brave 57 murdered at Duffy’s Cut WHEN WE COME TO TOWN From town to town they gather round to hear the preacher admonish the sound Of angry youth spreading the truth of the world we live in.
In church they drink the Blood of Christ, go home and sin not once but twice.
Believe the politicians lies but when we come to town ….They Cry CHORUS Go home young lads go home.
Don’t want your kind hangin round our town.
Go home young lads go home.
Take your whiskey and your beer and GET YOUR ASS OUTTA HERE! HEY!
Send the boys off to war, ya know we need to even the score.
Kill’ em on some foreign land but not by the Mother’s hand.
Pure in thought and word and deed while suckin up the corporate greed.
None for you and more for me and when we come to town…THEY PLEAD CHORUS The right and left wings of a bird are the only flappin that should be heard But talking heads always say they’ll make for a better day.
The problem with society is the cost of freedom isn’t free And so much for diversity cuz when we come to town…THEY SCREAM CHORUS] THE FIELDS OF ATHENRY By the 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 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 the 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 the lonely harbor wall, she watched the last star fall as the prison ship set sail against the sky for she hoped & watched & prayed for her love in Botany Bay and it's so lonely round the fields of Athenry WITH REGRETS I’ve been a sinner and a drunk, I've been a rambling man, had sold my soul for some junk my share of one night stands I created my own hell, Broken hearts I've made a few, where no man should ever dwell and I've had my share too Cut a man and beat some down, Been a cheat and a liar, and the only thing I found addicted to desire Was this blood on my fists was Well I know I’ve played the part, better than blood from my wrists of a man without a heart
CHORUS THE WHISKEY’S CALLING So much is uncertain in this life we live Sometimes it feels like all we do is give There’s one thing I know I can count on Loyal friends by my side are what I depend on!
CHORUS So raise a pint and give a cheer This one’s for friends both far and near Some are here and some have fallen Bottoms Up! The whiskey’s calling!
Bottoms Up! The whiskey’s calling!
Bare knuckles drawn, we won't give in We won't back down, We're in this ‘til the end No giving up, no running home For good or for bad, our wills will never bend CHORUS