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Cheeseburger
Would you like to try a cheeseburger Bobby Sands?
Would you like to try a cheeseburger Bobby Sands?
Would you like to try a cheeseburger,
You dirty smelly fenian, rebel loving fucker?
Would you like to try a cheeseburger Bobby Sands?
Well your ma was up this morning and she says she got your brew,
Well your ma was up this morning and she says she got your brew,
Well your ma was up this morning and she says she got your brew,
But sure your brew would be no good to you,
Theres a bed made, in Milltown just for you.
Well I'm going for my dinner now Bobby Sands,
(and you're not gettin none)
Well I'm going for my dinner now Bobby Sands,
(and you're not gettin none)
Well I'm going for my dinner now,
sWould you like me to bring you back a doggy bag?
Theres a bed made in Milltown just for you.
Well the smell of your cell would knock you fucking out,
Well the smell of your cell would knock you fucking out,
Well the smell of your cell would knock you fucking out,
I've a good mind to go in there and beat you about,
There's a bed made in Milltown just for you.
Would you like to try a nice wee tin of Coke (Bobby Sands)?
Would you like to try a nice wee tin of Coke (Bobby Sands)?
Would you like to try a nice wee tin of Coke?
Well your not fucking getting none, I hope you choke,
There's a bed made in Milltown just for you.
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Christmas 1914
Christmas Eve in 1914, stars were burning, burning bright,
And all along the Western front, guns were lying still and quiet,
Men lay dozing in the trenches, in the cold and in the dark,
And far away behind the lines, a village dog began to bark.
Some lay thinking of their families, some sang songs while others were quiet,
Rolling fags and playing brag to pass away this Christmas night,
As they watched the German trenches, something moved in no man's land,
Through the dark there came a soldier, carrying a white flag in his hand.
Then from both sides men came running, crossing into no man's land,
Through the barbed wire, mud and shell-holes, shyly stood there shaking hands,
Fritz he brought out cigars and brandy, Tommy brought corned beef and fags,
Stood there talking, laughing, singing as the moon shone down on no man's land.
Christmas Day we all played football, in the mud of no man's land,
Tommy brought some Christmas pudding, Fritz brought out a German band.
When they beat us at the football we shared out all the grub and drink,
And Fritz showed me a faded photo, a brown haired girl back in Berlin.
For four days after no one fired, not one shell disturbed the night,
For old Fritz and Tommy Atkins, they'd both lost the will to fight.
So they withdrew us from the trenches, sent us far behind the lines,
Sent fresh troops to take our places, told the guns prepare to fire.
The next day in 1914, flares was burning, burning bright,
The message came, prepare offensive! Over the top we're going tonight,
And men stood waiting in the trenches, looked out across our football park,
And all along the Western front, the Christmas guns began to bark.
Men stood waiting in the trenches, looked out across our football park,
And all along the Western front, the Christmas guns began to bark.
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Christmas in the Trenches
My name is Francis Tolliver, I come from Liverpool.
Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school.
To Belgium and to Flanders, to Germany to here
I fought for King and country I love dear.
'Twas Christmas in the trenches, where the frost so bitter hung,
The frozen fields of France were still, no Christmas song was sung
Our families back in England were toasting us that day
Their brave and glorious lads so far away.
I was lying with my messmate on the cold and rocky ground
When across the lines of battle came a most peculiar sound
Says I, "Now listen up, me boys!" each soldier strained to hear
As one young German voice sang out so clear.
"He's singing bloody well, you know!" my partner says to me
Soon, one by one, each German voice joined in harmony
The cannons rested silent, the gas clouds rolled no more
As Christmas brought us respite from the war
As soon as they were finished and a reverent pause was spent
"God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen" struck up some lads from Kent
The next they sang was "Stille Nacht." "Tis 'Silent Night'," says I
And in two tongues one song filled up that sky
"There's someone coming toward us!" the front line sentry cried
All sights were fixed on one long figure trudging from their side
His truce flag, like a Christmas star, shown on that plain so bright
As he, bravely, strode unarmed into the night
Soon one by one on either side walked into No Man's Land
With neither gun nor bayonet we met there hand to hand
We shared some secret brandy and we wished each other well
And in a flare-lit soccer game we gave 'em hell
We traded chocolates, cigarettes, and photographs from home
These sons and fathers far away from families of their own
Young Sanders played his squeezebox and they had a violin
This curious and unlikely band of men
Soon daylight stole upon us and France was France once more
With sad farewells we each prepared to settle back to war
But the question haunted every heart that lived that wonderous night
"Whose family have I fixed within my sights?"
'Twas Christmas in the trenches where the frost, so bitter hung
The frozen fields of France were warmed as songs of peace were sung
For the walls they'd kept between us to exact the work of war
Had been crumbled and were gone forevermore
My name is Francis Tolliver, in Liverpool I dwell
Each Christmas come since World War I, I've learned its lessons well
That the ones who call the shots won't be among the dead and lame
And on each end of the rifle we're the same
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Courtroom
The judge said "Stand up boy, and dry up your tears",
"Your sentenced to Long Kesh, for seven long years",
"I know you are loyal, to the Queen and the Crown",
"But the laws of this Country, make me send you down".
Now this was a story, in a courtroom one day,
When a young loyal Protestant, was taken away,
But the lad stood up proudly, and these words he said,
"I'll be true to Uslter, until I am dead".
"For these tears you see judge, are not tears of fear",
"Thier just tears of sadness, for those I love dear",
"But I know they'll stand by me, for there may be times",
"I'll be with my comrades, we'll stand side by side".
So listen ye rebels, to these words that I give,
"You'll never take Ulster, for as long as you live",
"For we will destroy you, we're loyal and true",
"And the flag over Ulster, will be Red, White and Blue".
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Crimson Flag of Derry
A band of youthful heroes,
Within our Maiden Walls,
Once dar'd a tyrant?s mandates,
As history recalls,
Despising threats and shackles,
That would have seal'd their woes,
They thundered forth defiance
Against insulting foes.
Huzza, then, for the Crimson Flag,
That floated brisk and gay!
And wav'd defiance to the foes
Huzza! Huzza! Huzza!
A monarch once in martial mood
Our walls in state approach'd
Demanding entrance but he found
His presence had encroach'd,
A burst repugnant to his ears
Saluted from within,
He wheel'd about, and fled through fear,
In spite of "shame or sin."
Huzza, then, for the Crimson Flag,
That floated brisk and gay!
And wav'd defiance to the foes
Huzza! Huzza! Huzza!
Away went James with whip and spur,
And foremost drove his steed,
Nor look'd behind but wistfully
Mountgavelin sought with speed,
To Dublin next he sped his way,
And sorely did he rue,
To Derry e'er he set his face,
Its "rebels to subdue."
Huzza, then, for the Crimson Flag,
That floated brisk and gay!
And wav'd defiance to the foes
Huzza! Huzza! Huzza!
A ruthless force surrounded had our city
Doom'd they thought,
But soon they found their false hopes
Had gained less than they sought,
A corps of dauntless heros
Our sires in days of yore
Rush'd boldly out upon the foe,
And scorned the cannon's roar.
Huzza, then, for the Crimson Flag,
That floated brisk and gay!
And wav'd defiance to the foes
Huzza! Huzza! Huzza!
When gallant Browning led the van
Each pulse beat high with praise,
Rever?d the power that rul'd their fate
Their drooping hearts to raise,
Whilst famine, fever, raged within,
The savage hordes around
Foil'd took a hasty moonlight flight,
And left the tented ground.
Huzza, then, for the Crimson Flag,
That floated brisk and gay!
And wav'd defiance to the foes
Huzza! Huzza! Huzza!
Let tyrants rule with infamy,
And serfs and slaves trepan,
Religion, life and liberty
Are dear to every man,
Victoria reigns supreme with us
Let others dare say nay,
Who snarl and puff or proudly boast
Britiannia bears the sway.
Huzza, then, for the Crimson Flag,
That floated brisk and gay!
And wav'd defiance to the foes
Huzza! Huzza! Huzza!
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C.Y.C
All told their wives when they got home that,
They didn't know where the blood came from,
They beat them with bottles and their fists and their feet,
And they kicked them up and down the street,
Cos they have the pope and the virgin mary,
They are the band that terrorised Derry,
All the taigs were standin like pricks,
And the bassdrummer beat them with the bassdrum sticks.
When the peelers tried to stop their bus,
The driver said its nothing to do with us,
So on your way and have a nice day,
Up the men in the UDA.
It was the maddest thing that you ever did see,
All the young soldiers in the C.Y.C,
They beat them good and they beat them barmy,
They fought like Souters in the Cromwell army.
When the peelers tried to intervene,
They got it too the best you've ever seen,
The taigs ran away and hid behind the police,
Up the young men in the CYC,
The crowds all cheered as the men walked by,
All the soldiers with their head held high,
They clapped their hands and they stapmed their feet,
Freedom Fighters are on the street.
So please love don't be mad with me,
Send my uniform out for a wee dry clean,
If the peelers at my door,
Tell 'em that a dont live here anymore.
Cos i hate the pope and the virgin mary,
They are the band that terrorised Derry,
All the taigs were standin like pricks,
And the bassdrummer beat them with the bassdrum sticks.
It was the maddest thing that you ever did see,
All the young soldiers in the C.Y.C,
They beat them good and they beat them barmy,
They fought like Souters in the Cromwell army.
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