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i started the cans during the celtic match for the day that is in it , if im still online later itâll be absolute carnage
Brits out
Fuck Paul OâConnell the servile cunt, British Lion and fucking souptaker
[quote=âmickee321, post: 754088, member: 367â]+1
i started the cans during the celtic match for the day that is in it , if im still online later itâll be absolute carnage
Brits out[/quote]
Good man, Mickee. A true patriot.
[quote=âThrawneen, post: 754105, member: 129â]Fuck them off the island
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oF1mHvJ3UcM
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A boy thraw
Actually, have a read of this âletterâ that the Daily Mail printed, supposedly from a Belfast, Catholic mother to the father of one of those two stupid cunts who drove into that funeral procession.
If itâs a real letter, Iâm Lawrence of Arabia.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2300805/The-IRA-lynch-mob-murders-mothers-awesome-act-defiance.html
Journos are sick cunts.
Too and fro in my dreams I go, and Iâll kneel and pray for you, for slavery dead, o glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew.
Where are the boys who stood with me when history was made,o gra mo chroi I long to see the boys of the old brigade
The Dubliners - Grace lyrics
As we gather in the chapel here in old Kilmainham Gaol,
I think about these past few days, oh, will they say weâve failed?
From our school days, they have told us we must yearn for liberty,
Yet, all I want in this dark place is to have you here with me.
CHORUS
Oh, Grace, just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger,
Theyâll take me out at dawn and I will die.
With all my love, I place this wedding ring upon your finger,
There wonât be time to share our love for we must say good-bye.
Now, I know itâs hard for you, my love, to ever understand,
The love I bear for these brave men, my love for this dear land,
But when PĂĄdhraic called me to his side down in the G.P.O.,
I had to leave my own sick bed, to him I had to go.
CHORUS
Now, as the dawn is breaking, my heart is breaking, too,
On this May morn, as I walk out, my thoughts will be of you,
And Iâll write some words upon the wall so everyone will know,
I love so much that I could see his blood upon the rose.
CHORUS
(There wonât be time to share our love for we must say good-bye.)
[quote=âmickee321, post: 754151, member: 367â]The Dubliners - Grace lyrics
As we gather in the chapel here in old Kilmainham Gaol,
I think about these past few days, oh, will they say weâve failed?
From our school days, they have told us we must yearn for liberty,
Yet, all I want in this dark place is to have you here with me.
CHORUS
Oh, Grace, just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger,
Theyâll take me out at dawn and I will die.
With all my love, I place this wedding ring upon your finger,
There wonât be time to share our love for we must say good-bye.
Now, I know itâs hard for you, my love, to ever understand,
The love I bear for these brave men, my love for this dear land,
But when PĂĄdhraic called me to his side down in the G.P.O.,
I had to leave my own sick bed, to him I had to go.
CHORUS
Now, as the dawn is breaking, my heart is breaking, too,
On this May morn, as I walk out, my thoughts will be of you,
And Iâll write some words upon the wall so everyone will know,
I love so much that I could see his blood upon the rose.
CHORUS
(There wonât be time to share our love for we must say good-bye.)[/quote]
Nice one mickee,what are ye drinkin
When cowards mock, the patriots fate
Who hangs his head for shame?
[quote=âThrawneen, post: 754114, member: 129â]http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2013/03/16/article-2294241-0431CEB10000044D-834_634x376.jpg
Weâre not to be trifled with[/quote]
You should be ashamed of yourself glorifying this.
Edwin Poots of the Democratic Unionist Party (DUP). Tweeted-
âHad forgotten it is the 97th anniversary of a failed rising by subversives,â
The bed of heaven to our patriots past.
The Daily Mail were glorifying them. What can I say, they got a rise out of me.
Pity, I thought this would include the concert that was so popular last year. Worthy, but a missed opportunity.