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It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin' cotton, and my brother was balin' hay And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat And Mama hollered out the back door, "Y'all, remember to wipe your feet!" And then she said, "I got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge Today, Billie Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge" And Papa said to Mama, as he passed around the blackeyed peas "Well, Billie Joe never had a lick of sense; pass the biscuits, please There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow" And Mama said it was shame about Billie Joe, anyhow Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge And now Billie Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge And brother said he recollected when he, and Tom, and Billie Joe Put a frog down my back at the Carroll County picture show And wasn't I talkin' to him after church last Sunday night? "I'll have another piece-a apple pie; you know, it don't seem right I saw him at the sawmill yesterday on Choctaw Ridge And now you tell me Billie Joe's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge" Mama said to me, "Child, what's happened to your appetite? I've been cookin' all mornin', and you haven't touched a single bite That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today Said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge And she and Billie Joe was throwin' somethin' off the Tallahatchie Bridge" |
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The Irish Republican Army
Through clenched teeth will fight, So all with Irish accents Will hear "Ireland's call" and unite. The cowboys sings of the country Mountains and farms and all that, Though he is from the city he'll wear his ten gallon hat. The American is so proud He was born on the Fourth of July, He sings the "star spangled banner" With hand on heart as he cries. The Australian larrikin is proud Of their beaches, forests and sun, That he is "young and free" With BBQ and beer soaked fun. The Scotsman wears His kilt And recites what Burns may have said, About the braveheart spirit That against the Englishmen bled. Then there's the twelve year old boy Thinks "in what can I now be proud" ?, He'll wear his football jersey With the thousands in the stand with the crowd. These all have something in common It's the same thing that drives them all, It's all about their identity By this we all stand or fall. The identity is the powerful force That drives all of life's decisions, To understand motivation The identity is the heart's incision. For this we'll defend to the death For that is our fighting territory, Because it's who we are Where belief comes from, our identity. |
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I'm already on the watch list so f@ck it
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The world hath conquered, the wind
hath scattered like dust Alexander, Caesar, and all that shared sway. Tara is grass, and behold how Troy lieth low -- And even the English, perchance their hour will come! |
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shiny new shoes please 02 Oct 20 19:44
In essence lockdown won't work So what strategy should we be deploying in this global pandemic that has officially killed 1 million ( but more likely double that). Given that the number of people getting infected isn't dropping.? |
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I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat
And the loving English people walked all over us And every single every night when me dad would come home tight He'd invite the neighbors out with this chorus Come out you Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra Come tell us how you slew them poor Arabs two by two Like the Zulus they had knives and bows and arrows Oh, how you bravely faced one with your sixteen pounder gun And you frightened all natives to the marrow Come out you Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra Come let me hear you tell how you slammed the great Pernell And thought him well and truly persecuted Where are the smears and jeers that you proudly let us hear When our heroes of '16 were executed? Come out you Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra Oh, come out you British Huns, come out and fight without your guns Show your wife how you won medals up in Derry You murdered sixteen men and you'll do the same again So get out of here and take our bloody army Come out you Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra Come out you Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra |
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I've been a wild rover for many's the year
and I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer. But now I'm returning with gold in great store and I never will play the wild rover no more And it's no, nay, never, no, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover no, never, no more I went into an ale-house I used to frequent and I told the landlady my money was spent. I asked her for credit, she answered me nay, Such "a custom like yours I can have any day I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright and the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight. She said I'd have whiskey and wines of the best and the words that she told me were only in jest. I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done, and I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son. And when they've caressed me as oft' times before then I never will play the wild rover no more |
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And it's no, nay, never,
no, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover no, never, no more |
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As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin' I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny I took all of his money yeah and I brought it home to Molly She swore that she'd love me, no never would she leave me But the devil take that woman yeah for you know she tricked me easy Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber Takin' my money with me, but I never knew the danger For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin' And some men like ta hear, ta hear the cannon ball a roarin' Me I like sleepin', specially in my Molly's chamber But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o Whiskey in the jar-o Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Hey, musha ring dum a doo dum a da Musha ring dum a doo dum a da |
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Phil Lynott hated this song - and in their later gigs, refused to play it.
Saw them in Leicester on their Live and Dangerous tour. One of the best concerts I ve ever attended. |
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Go on home British Soldiers Go on home
Have you got no ****g 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 For the 14 men in Derry Are the last that you will bury So take a tip And leave us bloody be So Go on home British Soldiers Go on home Have you got no ****g homes of your own For 800 years we've fought you without fear And we will fight you for 800 more We're not British, we're not Saxon we're not English We're Irish and proud we are to be So **** your Union Jack We want our country back We want to see old Ireland free once more So Go on home British Soldiers Go on home Have you got no ****g homes of your own For 800 years we've fought you without fear And we will fight you for 800 more We'll fight them British Soldiers for the cause We'll never bow to Soldiers because Troughout our history We were born to be free So get out British bastards leave us be So Go on home British Soldiers Go on home Have you got no ****g homes of your own For 800 years we've fought you without fear And we will fight you for 800 more Go on home British Soldiers Go on home Have you got no ****g homes of your own For 800 years we've fought you without fear And we will fight you for 800 more Yes, we will fight you for 800 more! |
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My only son was shot in Dublin,
Fighting for his country bold, He fought for Ireland,and Ireland only, The harp the shamrock,green white and gold, The first I met was a grey haired father, Searching for his only son, I said old man,sure it's no use searching, For up to heaven,your son has gone. The old man cried out broken hearted, Bending low I heard him say, I knew my son was too kind hearted, I knew my son would never yield. The last I met was a dying rebel, Kneeling or I heard him say, God bless my home,in dear Cork City, God bless the cause for which I die. |
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Zombie by The Cranberries. Says all you need to know about the folly of war.
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Did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fife lowly,
did they sound the death march as they lowered you down did the band play the last post and chorus, did the pipes play the "Flowers of the Forest" Well how do you do young Willie McBride? do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside and rest for a while 'neath the warm summer sun I've been walkin' all day and I'm nearly done I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen when you joined the great fallen of 1916 Well I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean Willie McBride was it slow and obscene CHORUS And the beautiful wife or the sweetheart for life in some faithful heart are you forever enshrined and although you died back in 1916 in that faithful heart are you forever nineteen? or are you a stranger without even a name enshrined forever behind a glass pane in an ould photograph torn tattered and stained, fading to yellow in a brown leather frame? CHORUS Now the sun shines down on the green fields of France a warm summer wind makes the red poppys dance The trences have vanished under the plows, there's no gas no barbed wire, there's no guns firing now but here in this graveyard it's still No Man's land, the countless white crosses stand mute in the sand for man's blind indifference to his fellow man, to a whole generation that was butchered and damned CHORUS Now Willie McBride I can't help wonder why Do those who lie here do they know why they died Did they really beleive when they answered the call did they really believe that this war would end wars Forever this song of suffereing and shame the killing the dying was all done in vain for young Willie McBride it's all happened again, and again, and again, and again and again |
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So what strategy should we be deploying in this global pandemic that has officially killed 1 million ( but more likely double that). Given that the number of people getting infected isn't dropping.? Ignore it because globaly 1 million is a ridiculously small number and when you take into consideration the age of those dying its even less significant.
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more from Dylan:
I I see the boys of summer in their ruin Lay the gold tithings barren, Setting no store by harvest, freeze the soils; There in their heat the winter floods Of frozen loves they fetch their girls, And drown the cargoed apples in their tides. These boys of light are curdlers in their folly, Sour the boiling honey; The jacks of frost they finger in the hives; There in the sun the frigid threads Of doubt and dark they feed their nerves; The signal moon is zero in their voids. I see the summer children in their mothers Split up the brawned womb's weathers, Divide the night and day with fairy thumbs; There in the deep with quartered shades Of sun and moon they paint their dams As sunlight paints the shelling of their heads. I see that from these boys shall men of nothing Stature by seedy shifting, Or lame the air with leaping from its heats; There from their hearts the dogdayed pulse Of love and light bursts in their throats. O see the pulse of summer in the ice. II But seasons must be challenged or they totter Into a chiming quarter Where, punctual as death, we ring the stars; There, in his night, the black-tongued bells The sleepy man of winter pulls, Nor blows back moon-and-midnight as she blows. We are the dark derniers let us summon Death from a summer woman, A muscling life from lovers in their cramp From the fair dead who flush the sea The bright-eyed worm on Davy's lamp And from the planted womb the man of straw. We summer boys in this four-winded spinning, Green of the seaweeds' iron, Hold up the noisy sea and drop her birds, Pick the world's ball of wave and froth To choke the deserts with her tides, And comb the county gardens for a wreath. In spring we cross our foreheads with the holly, Heigh ho the blood and berry, And nail the merry squires to the trees; Here love's damp muscle dries and dies Here break a kiss in no love's quarry, O see the poles of promise in the boys. III I see you boys of summer in your ruin. Man in his maggot's barren. And boys are full and foreign to the pouch. I am the man your father was. We are the sons of flint and pitch. O see the poles are kissing as they cross. |
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So what strategy should we be deploying in this global pandemic that has officially killed 1 million ( but more likely double that). Given that the number of people getting infected isn't dropping.? Ignore it
Genius! Why doesn`t the medical profession listen to the supreme wisdom that can be found on a betting forum?......ignore it and everything will be fine. |
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truehonco
Ridiculous statement |
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What yours? because mine was fact. Do you know what % 1 million of this population is and what mentally stupid risk averse initiatives we would have to implement to avoid such a minute risk in life. Its 1 70th of a % and even 2 million is one 35th of a percent. Put it in some sort of perspective if you went to a school with a 1000 pupils and one of them or any of their many relatives died in a car crash would you stop driving or do anything different. Your stupid statement about 1 million people reflects the lack of perspective people have with this virus.
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And here is fake profile Lara with a vitue signalling selfish remark.
In hospital with Covid Larabrown, Went sleepwalking into the town, She could not protest, When she woke under arrest, As her c0ck had slipped out of her gown. |
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These cranks are quite mind-boggling. Fortunately their views are marginalised and ridiculed of course.
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And it's no, nay, never,
no, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover no, never, no more |
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And it's no, nay, never,
no, nay, never, no more will I play the wild rover no, never, no more |
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It's good to have you back fraudy,this forum's been so dull recently without the village omo to brighten it up
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A special message especially for brigust1 and Facts / Estimates
https://twitter.com/Drestradamus/status/1312285302376017920 |
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The animal I really dig,
Above all others is the pig. Pigs are noble. Pigs are clever, Pigs are courteous. However, Now and then, to break this rule, One meets a pig who is a fool. What, for example, would you say, If strolling through the woods one day, Right there in front of you you saw A pig who'd built his house of STRAW? The Wolf who saw it licked his lips, And said, "That pig has had his chips." "Little pig, little pig, let me come in!" "No, no, by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin!" "Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!" The little pig began to pray, But Wolfie blew his house away. He shouted, "Bacon, pork and ham! Oh, what a lucky Wolf I am!" And though he ate the pig quite fast, He carefully kept the tail till last. Wolf wandered on, a trifle bloated. Surprise, surprise, for soon he noted Another little house for pigs, And this one had been built of TWIGS! "Little pig, little pig, let me come in!" "No, no, by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin!" "Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!" The Wolf said, "Okay, here we go!" He then began to blow and blow. The little pig began to squeal. He cried, "Oh Wolf, you've had one meal! Why can't we talk and make a deal? The Wolf replied, "Not on your nelly!" And soon the pig was in his belly. "Two juicy little pigs!" Wolf cried, "But still I'm not quite satisfied! I know how full my tummy's bulging, But oh, how I adore indulging." So creeping quietly as a mouse, The Wolf approached another house, A house which also had inside A little piggy trying to hide. "You'll not get me!" the Piggy cried. "I'll blow you down!" the Wolf replied. "You'll need," Pig said, "a lot of puff, And I don't think you've got enough." Wolf huffed and puffed and blew and blew. The house stayed up as good as new. "If I can't blow it down," Wolf said, I'll have to blow it up instead. I'll come back in the dead of night And blow it up with dynamite!" Pig cried, "You brute! I might have known!" Then, picking up the telephone, He dialed as quickly as he could The number of red Riding Hood. "Hello," she said. "Who's speaking? Who? Oh, hello, Piggy, how d'you do?" Pig cried, "I need your help, Miss Hood! Oh help me, please! D'you think you could?" "I'll try of course," Miss Hood replied. "What's on your mind...?" "A Wolf!" Pig cried. "I know you've dealt with wolves before, And now I've got one at my door!" "My darling Pig," she said, "my sweet, That's something really up my street. I've just begun to wash my hair. But when it's dry, I'll be right there." A short while later, through the wood, Came striding brave Miss Riding Hood. The Wolf stood there, his eyes ablaze, And yellowish, like mayonnaise. His teeth were sharp, his gums were raw, And spit was dripping from his jaw. Once more the maiden's eyelid flickers. She draws the pistol from her knickers. Once more she hits the vital spot, And kills him with a single shot. Pig, peeping through the window, stood And yelled, "Well done, Miss Riding Hood!" Ah, Piglet, you must never trust Young ladies from the upper crust. For now, Miss Riding Hood, one notes, Not only has two wolfskin coats, But when she goes from place to place, She has a PIGSKIN TRAVELING CASE. The animal I really dig, Above all others is the pig. Pigs are noble. Pigs are clever, Pigs are courteous. However, Now and then, to break this rule, One meets a pig who is a fool. What, for example, would you say, If strolling through the woods one day, Right there in front of you you saw A pig who'd built his house of STRAW? The Wolf who saw it licked his lips, And said, "That pig has had his chips." "Little pig, little pig, let me come in!" "No, no, by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin!" "Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!" The little pig began to pray, But Wolfie blew his house away. He shouted, "Bacon, pork and ham! Oh, what a lucky Wolf I am!" And though he ate the pig quite fast, He carefully kept the tail till last. Wolf wandered on, a trifle bloated. Surprise, surprise, for soon he noted Another little house for pigs, And this one had been built of TWIGS! "Little pig, little pig, let me come in!" "No, no, by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin!" "Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!" The Wolf said, "Okay, here we go!" He then began to blow and blow. The little pig began to squeal. He cried, "Oh Wolf, you've had one meal! Why can't we talk and make a deal? The Wolf replied, "Not on your nelly!" And soon the pig was in his belly. "Two juicy little pigs!" Wolf cried, "But still I'm not quite satisfied! I know how full my tummy's bulging, But oh, how I adore indulging." So creeping quietly as a mouse, The Wolf approached another house, A house which also had inside A little piggy trying to hide. "You'll not get me!" the Piggy cried. "I'll blow you down!" the Wolf replied. "You'll need," Pig said, "a lot of puff, And I don't think you've got enough." Wolf huffed and puffed and blew and blew. The house stayed up as good as new. "If I can't blow it down," Wolf said, I'll have to blow it up instead. I'll come back in the dead of night And blow it up with dynamite!" Pig cried, "You brute! I might have known!" Then, picking up the telephone, He dialed as quickly as he could The number of red Riding Hood. "Hello," she said. "Who's speaking? Who? Oh, hello, Piggy, how d'you do?" Pig cried, "I need your help, Miss Hood! Oh help me, please! D'you think you could?" "I'll try of course," Miss Hood replied. "What's on your mind...?" "A Wolf!" Pig cried. "I know you've dealt with wolves before, And now I've got one at my door!" "My darling Pig," she said, "my sweet, That's something really up my street. I've just begun to wash my hair. But when it's dry, I'll be right there." A short while later, through the wood, Came striding brave Miss Riding Hood. The Wolf stood there, his eyes ablaze, And yellowish, like mayonnaise. His teeth were sharp, his gums were raw, And spit was dripping from his jaw. Once more the maiden's eyelid flickers. She draws the pistol from her knickers. Once more she hits the vital spot, And kills him with a single shot. Pig, peeping through the window, stood And yelled, "Well done, Miss Riding Hood!" Ah, Piglet, you must never trust Young ladies from the upper crust. For now, Miss Riding Hood, one notes, Not only has two wolfskin coats, But when she goes from place to place, She has a PIGSKIN TRAVELING CASE. |
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Lewis Carroll
“And as to being in a fright, Allow me to remark That Ghosts have just as good a right In every way, to fear the light, As Men to fear the dark.” “No plea,” said I, “can well excuse Such cowardice in you: For Ghosts can visit when they choose, Whereas we Humans ca’n’t refuse To grant the interview.” He said “A flutter of alarm Is not unnatural, is it? I really feared you meant some harm: But, now I see that you are calm, Let me explain my visit. “Houses are classed, I beg to state, According to the number Of Ghosts that they accommodate: (The Tenant merely counts as weight, With Coals and other lumber). |
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great read lads , just need a squirrel and its perfect
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There once was a man from Peru.
Who dreamed he was eating his shoe. He woke up at night. With a terrible fright. To find out his dream had come true! Our school trip was a special occasion. But we never reacher our destination. Instead of the zoo. I was locked in the loo. of the toilet at the service station! An elderly man called Keith. Mislaid his set of false teeth. They'd been laid on a chair. He'd forgot they were there. Sat down, and was bitten beneath. When I'm old and mankey. I'll never use a hanky. I'll wee on plants. and soil my pants! All doggies go to heaven - or so I've been told. They run and play along the streets of Gold. Why is heaven such a doggie-delight? Why, because there's not a single cat in sight! That's not my age; it's just not true. My heart is young; the time just flew. I'm staring at this strange old face, And someone else is in my place! I am a dog. And you are a flower. I lift my leg up. And give you a shower! Funny poem about eating honey I eat my peas with honey. I've done it all my life. It makes the peas taste funny. But it keeps them on the knife! She fell into the bath tub. she fell into the sink. she fell into the rasberry jam. and came out pink! Roses are red. Violets are blue. God made me pretty. What happened to you! There was a young lady of Kent. Whose nose was most awfully bent. She followed her nose, One day, I suppose, And no one knows which way she went. If I were a furry bear. And had a furry tummy. I'd climb into a honey jar And make my tummy yummy! Funny poem about a boy from spain There once was a child in Spain. Who loved to play in the rain. One day he tripped. And broke his hip. Now he is in serious pain. Last night at dinner we had some fish, and though I tried, I did not finish. My mother told me while I chewed, brains loved fish over all other food. She avoided my eye contact, and ticked my work in green. But she knew trhat her body smells, were foul and quite obscene. My dog is quite hip. Except when he takes a dip. He looks like a fool, when he jumps in the pool, and reminds me of a sinking ship. |
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poems getting a bit tiring tbh lads , just my opinion tho
you cant blame boris , mans a lazy oppertunist its common knowledge he was the only tory the public knew , at a time the tory party were almost going extinct if you remember like the donald boris is a sales tactic , both worked btw and remarkably alighn  |
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As we gather in the chapel here in old Kilmainham Jaill
I think about these past few weeks, oh will they say we've failed? From our school days they have told us we must yearn for liberty Yet all I want in this dark place is to have you here with me Oh Grace just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger They'll take me out at dawn and I will die With all my love I place this wedding ring upon your finger There won't be time to share our love for we must say goodbye Now I know it's hard for you my love to ever understand The love I shared for these brave men, the love for my dear land But when glory called me to his side down in the GPO I had to leave my own sick bed, to him I had to go Oh, Grace just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger They'll take me out at dawn and I will die With all my love I'll place this wedding ring upon your finger There won't be time to share our love for we must say goodbye Now as the dawn is breaking, my heart is breaking too On this May morn as I walk out, my thoughts will be of you And I'll write some words upon the wall so everyone will know I loved so much that I could see his blood upon the rose. Oh, Grace just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger They'll take me out at dawn and I will die With all my love I'll place this wedding ring upon your finger There won't be time to share our love for we must say goodbye For we must say goodbye |
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Oh, father why are you so sad
On this bright Easter morn’ When Irish men are proud and glad Of the land that they were born? Oh, son, I see in mem’ries few Of far off distant days When being just a lad like you I joined the IRA Where are the lads that stood with me When history was made? A Ghra Mo Chroi, I long to see The boys of the old brigade From hills and farms a call to arms Was heard by one and all And from the glen came brave young men To answer Ireland’s call ‘T wasn’t long ago we faced a foe The old brigade and me And by my side they fought and died That Ireland might be free Where are the lads that stood with me When history was made? A Ghra Mo Chroi, I long to see The boys of the old brigade |
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The Foggy Dew" is a product of the political situation in Ireland in the aftermath of the Easter Rising and World War I.
Approximately 210,000 Irishmen joined up and served in the British forces during the war.[7] This created mixed feelings for many Irish people, particularly for those with nationalist sympathies. While they broadly supported the British war effort, they also felt that one of the moral justifications for the war, "the freedom of small nations" like Belgium and Serbia, should also be applied to Ireland, which at that time was under British rule.[8] The 1915 Gallipoli slaughter of the young and mainly middle-class Irishmen who had joined up in response to John Redmond's call turned many people against the war. In 1916, Irish patriots led by James Connolly and Patrick Pearse, taking advantage of Britain being occupied by World War I, seized some of the major buildings in Dublin including the General Post Office, while others came out in Ashbourne and Galway in the Easter Rising. The brutal response to the Rising, and the execution of its leaders that followed, marked a turning point for many Irish people. The public revulsion at the executions added to the growing sense of alienation from the British Government.[8] Canon O'Neill reflected this alienation when he wrote The Foggy Dew commemorating the few hundred brave men who had risen out against what was then the most powerful empire in the world. In 1919, he[9] attended the first sitting of the new Irish Parliament, Dáil. The names of the elected members were called out, but many were absent. Their names were answered by the reply faoi ghlas ag na Gaill – "locked up by the foreigner". "The Foggy Dew" It was down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I. Their armoured lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by. No fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it's dread tattoo. But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey 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 Sulva or Sud El Bar. And from the plains of royal Meath strong men came hurrying through. While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in by the foggy dew. 'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might be free. But their lonely graves are by Silva's waves or the fringe of the Great North Sea. Oh, had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugh. Their names we will keep where the ****s sleep 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew. But the bravest fell, and the solemn bell rang mournfully and clear. For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year. And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those stout hearted men, but few. Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew. Back to the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore. For I parted with those valiant men whom I never would see no more. And to and fro in my dreams I will go And I'd kneel and I'd pray for you, For slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in the foggy dew. |
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It's been seven hours and fifteen days
Since you took your love away I go out every night and sleep all day Since you took your love away Since you've been gone I can do whatever I want I can see whomever I choose I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant But nothing I said nothing can take away these blues 'Cause nothing compares Nothing compares to you It's been so lonely without you here Like a bird without a song Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling Tell me, baby, where did I go wrong I could put my arms around every boy I see But they'd only remind me of you I went to the doctor and guess what he told me? Guess what he told me? He said, "Girl, you better try to have fun no matter what you do," But he's a fool 'Cause nothing compares Nothing compares to you All the flowers that you planted, mama, in the back yard All died when you went away I know that living with you, baby, was sometimes hard But I'm willing to give it another try Nothing compares Nothing compares to you Nothing compares Nothing compares to you Nothing compares Nothing compares to you |