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is Tír gan teanga
Tír gan anam
And hiding ammunition
You are white in division
All sides aiming for some Union
My Ireland
You are a Peace Bridge in

home

Let's hear it for Ireland's boxing number 1, Mick Conlon Belfast finest son
Said fuck you to all the cheats, and Wu's corrupt judging scum
Turned

Have you heard of that champion boxer 
She’s that lady of great fame 
She comes from the county Wicklow 
Katie Taylor is her name 
That boxing

The Rocky Road to Poland

The Dubliners

Tony Fenton's 50 Favourite No. 1s

2012

a trophy 
We're a part of Trapattoni's army
Get behind the team, hear the Irish scream
C'mon you boys in green, Ireland's bouncing back again
We have got

Sunday Bloody Sunday

John Lennon

Some Time in New York City

1972

and Scotties
Sent to colonize the north
You wave your bloody Union Jacks
And you know what it's worth!
How dare you hold on to ransom
A people proud

How many did you kill
Kill today

Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
Union, union Jack
Fear the fanatic
Bloody sacrifice
He'll strike his blow
Sit back

How many did you kill
Kill today

Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
Union, union Jack
Fear the fanatic
Bloody sacrifice
He'll strike his blow
Sit back

always mint
Got a nice flat i pay my rent
Heard ya grandmum is a tory but i'm in the union i drive a lorry
Runnin the streets of britain but i'm not in

no impossible dream
A United Ireland for you & me
Go straight through the Union at full steam
No more Kings & no more queens
Plant our flag where their

Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sunday's the day.

All you anglo pigs and scotties sent to colonise the north,
You wave your bloody union jacks and you know

too damn depressed
Down a few Xanax I guess
Now I'm a god fuck stress 
Everlasting calm no less
Free to be Ireland's pest

I'm having a panic attack

Sunday Bloody Sunday

Wolfe Tones

The Anthology of Irish Song

2008

Bloody Sunday's the day!

You Anglo pigs and Scotties
Sent to colonize the North
You wave your fucking Union Jack
And you know what it's worth!
How

Mick Ryan's Lament

Tim O'Brien

Two Journeys

2001

I'd died back at Vicksburg

For my brother and me, we had barely escaped
From the hell that was Ireland in forty eight
Two angry young lads who had

I'd died back at Vicksburg

For my brother and me, we had barely escaped
From the hell that was Ireland in forty eight
Two angry young lads who had

Anglo pigs and Scotties
Sent to colonize the North
You wave your fucking Union Jack
And you know what it's worth!
How dare you hold to ransom
A people

cannot be undercut 
By the bad and the bad by the worst, in a Race to the bottom
And we shouldn't just be a member of the European Union
We should be

Once upon a time
A rugby union game
Ireland vs. Italy
Six Nations Championship
It's an incredible law that has the capacity
To ruin the game

boxing
I feel like Conor McGregor
That mean that nobody better
Only got eyes for the cheese
That mean I stay with the cheddar
You know I been with

touching vaginas
Sliding my fingers inside of em, til i lose sight of ‘em
Then I wave bye to ‘em, fly to the island of Ireland
That's where I'm hidin’ so

for me
Away, is what I made and where I'm trying to be
Money doubling, take a trip to Ireland, trying to find some peace
MIA, cause I need more money,

of Ireland to hold and defend
He had no veteran soldiers but volunteers raw
Playing sweet Mauser music for Erin Go Bragh

Old Ceannt and his comrades
Like

fathers were tillers
And our mothers knew chance
And we've tasted hunger
In Ireland and France

And these seeds of misfortune
St. Bartholomew's Day
Shall be

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 fuck your Union

a smile
Everybody's happy, the union jack's on the jack again over port stanley
Young growing lads are watching every move
To see how they measure up