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You may talk about your lancers and your Irish Fusiliers The Aberdeen Militia and the Queens own volunteers Or any other regiment that’s lying near or far

(Chorus) Go on home British soldiers go on home have you got no fuck’in homes of your own for eight hundred years we’ve fought you without fear and we will

In Glendalough lived an old saint Renowned for learning and piety His manners was curious and quint And he looked upon girl with disparity He was fond of r

A gypsy rover came over the hill Down through the valley so shady. He whistled and he sang ’til the green woods rang And he won the heart of a lady. Ah-dee

It’s of a gentlemen soldier as a sentry he did stand He saluted the fair maid be a wavin’ of the hand So boldly then he kissed and he passed it off as a jo

INTRODUCTION: Sure, the cast of characters is a Dublin Litany. Bang, Bang pray for us. Alfie Burton pray for us. Flash Cavanaugh pray for us. Johnny Forty-

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland, Then maybe at the closing of your day, You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh, And see the sun go dow

I joined the Flying Column in Nineteen and Sixteen In Cork with Sean Moylan, in Tipperary with Dan Breen Arrested by Free Staters and sentenced to die Fare

Chorus: Oh yer ma wee gallus broke nae mair. Yer ma wee gallus bloke nae mair. Wi’ yer bell blue stride, yer bonnet tae the side, Yer ma wee gallus bloke n

Chorus: Maggie, Nellie and Mary Ann, Lizzie, Willie and Phil McGann Get your jacket and don’t be late, Murder Polis in the Gallowgate In the Gallowgate on