Lyrics:
of a time when
To be English is not to be baneful
To be standing by the flag not feeling shameful, racist or partial
Irish blood, English heart, this I'm
of a time when,
To be English is not to be baneful,
To be standing by the flag, not feeling shameful,
Racist or racial
Irish blood English heart,
This
when,
To be English is not to be baneful,
To be standing by the flag, not feeling shameful,
Racist or racial
Irish blood English heart,
This I'm made of,
when,
To be English is not to be baneful,
To be standing by the flag, not feeling shameful,
Racist or racial
Irish blood English heart,
This I'm made of,
when,
To be English is not to be baneful,
To be standing by the flag, not feeling shameful,
Racist or racial
Irish blood English heart,
This I'm made of,
The shamrock is growing
On the grave of James Connolly
The Irish rebel
Many years have gone by
Since the Irish rebellion
When the guns of Britannia
They loudly
of the Irish
The luck of the Irish still hangs around their heels
As bombers stop the cities hearts and blood is spilt in the greenest fields
And the orangemen
corpses and blood
All the soldiers drowning in the mud
Don't you be glad English bastards, you will all burn
Spirits of Irish Fighters will return
Here we
battles fought the odds
Were all against you
But your Irish heart was strong and
In memory still lives on
And in Ireland there are some
That don't forget
follow
centuries of blood
the red ride through the
countryside bringing forceful rule
mothers bury sons and
daughters, into irish soil they rot
in
the patriot blood
My ship is sailin' peacefully beneath
A flag of stars
It's manned by Irish hearts of
Oak and manly Yankee tars
And that dear emblem
Come hither me friends and hear me
Relate a sorry refrain
About the lot of an Irish lad
Upon the Northern Main
No matter your inclination to sail
you
A pitfall lined in silver with truth
Bid me an Irish goodbye
I bid you an Irish farewell
Stood there scundered
Fortnights passed by
Weary trying
All robed in Irish green
I saw the Shannon's purple tide
Roll by the Irish town
As I stood in the breach by Donal's side
When England's flag went down
price to pay
But the English found they could not bear the cost
You thought you had us shattered underneath your bloody banner
Blinded by your conquest
And the helpless Hindu feared it
And the Kenyan did the same
And the Irish blood has stained it
With a deep and indelible stain
It has floated o'er scenes
of the land into an English poet's hand
Jane, she is the sound the stars make rushing through the sky
Jane, down by St. Mary's river you can hear her fly
the Irish Sea
Flutters the flag of liberty
Joseph's words upon the wall
Blood on the Rose, a Christian call
Joseph read the verses he'd wrote
To comfort
steamin'
When I snap I see red like I'm possessed by a demon
Always been a nigga that can dress clean
Robbin' everyday, I would finesse weed
Never knew
Irish blood but English hands the rose is torn
Torn torn between two lands
Which is the petal and which is the thorn
Between two lands the rose is
us?
Are you an American?
Am I an American?
I'm just an Irish, Jewish, Italian,
French and English, Spanish, Russian, Chinese, Polish,
Scotch,
there?
Australian fields red with blood
Their English masters had to have guns
Their scene's divided by the punks and skins
We are united, always will
chains right into the enemies hand
They passed it off as a civil war
Guerilla warfare leavin the peoples hearts empty and poor
Freedom fighters
just waiting for the baton
Got my masters in English
So I may resort to Latin
By the time you hear time
I'll be past gear six
And if they ain't dead
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