John and Yoko.
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Sunday Bloody Sunday ***
Well it was sunday
bloody sunday
When they shot the people there
The crys of thirteen marty martyrs
Filled the free derry air.
Is there any one among you
Dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was
bleeding
When they nailed the
coffin lidds!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday's the day!
You claim to be majority
Well you know that it's a lie
You're really a minority
Oh this sweet emerald asle.
When Stormont bans
our marchers
They've got a lot to learn
Internment is no answer
It's those mother's turn
to burn!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday's the day!
You anglo pigs 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 and free
Keep ireland for the irish
Put the english back to sea!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday's the day!
Yes it's always bloody sunday
In the concentration camps
Keep Falls and roads free forever
>From the bloody english hands
Repatriate to britain
All of you who call it home
Leave ireland to the irish
Not for London or for Rome!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday's the day!
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The Luck of the Irish ***
If you have the luck of
the irish,
You'd be sorry and wish you
were dead
You shold have the luck of
the irish
And you'd wish you was
English instead!
A thousand years of torture
and hunger
Drove the people away from
their land,
A land full of beutty and wonder
Was raped by the british
brigands! Goddman!
Goddman!
If you could keep voices
like flowers
There'd be aharmock all over
the world.
If you could drink dreams
like the irish streams
Then the world would be high
as the mountain of morn
In the Pool they told us
the story
How the english divided
the land,
Of the pain, the death and
the glory
And the poets of auld
Eireland
If we could make chains with
the morning dew
The world would be like
galeway Bay
Let's walk over rainbows
like leprechauns
The world would beone big
Blarney stone
Why the hell are the English
there anyway?
As they kill with god on
their side!
Blame it all on the kids and
the IRA!
As the bastards commit genocide
Aye! Aye!
Genocide!
If you had the luck of
the irish
You should have the luck of
the irish
You'd be sorry and wish you
were dead
And you's wish you were
english instead!
Yes you'd wish you was
english instead!!
----- Original Message -----
From: "Jim Devine" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
To: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Sent: Saturday, September 15, 2001 10:31 AM
Subject: [PEN-L:17167] Re: Re: in total confusion
> At 10:02 AM 09/15/2001 -0700, you wrote:
> >You can add to Michael's list of targets the Republic of Ireland, which
is
> >said to harbor the IRA. Bomb Dublin. That would take care of Tony
Blair's
> >nagging problem.
>
> shouldn't the US also bomb itself, following these criteria?
>
> and don't you mean "Bomb Belfast"?
>
> Jim Devine [EMAIL PROTECTED] & http://bellarmine.lmu.edu/~JDevine
>
