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Medley - The Man from the Daily Mail, Men Behind the Wire, Rock on Rockall

The Irish Brigade
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Well, Ireland is very funny place, sir It's a strange and a troubled land And the Irish are very funny race, sir Every girl's in Cumann na mBan Every doggy's got a tri-coloured ribbon Tied firmly to its tail And it wouldn't be suprising If there'd be another rising Said the man from the Daily Mail Oh every bird upon my word Singing Yo Ho- Im A Provo! Every hen in Jail is laying hand grenades Over there, sir, I do declare sir! And every old cock in the farmyard Stock singing triumph to Sinn Fein And it wouldn't be surpising If there'd be another rising Said the man from the Daily Mail Oh every bird upon my word Singing Yo Ho- Im A Provo! Every hen in Jail is laying hand grenades Over there, sir, I do declare, sir! And every cock in the farmyard stock's Singing triumph to Sinn Fein And it wouldn't be surpising If there'd be another rising Said the man from the Daily Mail The whole place is seething with sedition Its Sinn Fein through and through All the boys are joining local units And the password's Sinn Fein too Well the IRA just sent me A timebomb in the mail And I'm shaking in my shoes As I'm sending out the news Said the man from the Daily Mail Every bird upon my word Singing Yo Ho- Im A Provo! Every hen in Jail is laying hand grenades Over there, sir, I do declare sir! And every old cock in the farmyard Stock singing triumph to Sinn Fein And it wouldn't be surpising If there'd be another rising Said the man from the Daily Mail Armored cars and tanks and guns Came to take away our sons 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 Wrecking little homes with scorn Heedless of the crying children Dragging fathers from their beds Beating sons while helpless mothers Watched the blood flow from their heads Armored cars and tanks and guns Came to take away our sons But every man will stand behind The men behind the wire Proudly stand behind our banners Firmly stand behind our men We will have them free to help us Build a Nation once again On the people stand together Proudly, firmly on your way Never fear, and never falter 'Til the boys are home to stay Armored cars and tanks and guns Came to take away our sons Every man will stand behind The men behind the wire Oh the Empire it is finished No foreign lands to seize Now the greedy hands of England Are reaching towards the sea 200 miles from Donegal There's a place they call Rockall And the greedy hand of Whitehall Are reaching for it's walls So, rock on Rockall, you'll never fall To Britain's greedy hands Shall meet the same resistance As you did with Bobby Sands May the seagulls rise and pluck your eyes And the waters crush your Shell And the natural gas will burn your ass And blow you all to hell Well, the seas will not be silent While Britannia rules the waves But remember that the Irish Will no longer be your slaves Ah, remember this, Britannia, well Shall you rule the waves no more So keep your hands of Rockall It's Irish to the core So, rock on Rockall, you'll never fall To Britain's greedy hands Shall meet the same resistance As you did with Bobby Sands May the seagulls rise and pluck your eyes And the waters crush your Shell And the natural gas will burn your ass And blow you all to hell So, rock on Rockall, you'll never fall To Britain's greedy hands Shall meet the same resistance As you did with Bobby Sands May the seagulls rise and pluck your eyes And the waters crush your Shell And the natural gas will burn your ass And blow you all to hell So, rock on Rockall, you'll never fall Rock on Rockall, you'll never fall Rock on Rockall, you'll never fall Rock on Rockall, you'll never fall Rock on Rockall, you'll never fall Rock on Rockall, you'll never fall