Well it all happened in 71

this is a thread to celebrate Irish Rebel Music ahead of Irelands big game with Rangers this weekend- please post your favourites

Well it all happened in 71,
When Internment had begun,
And we were taken by the point of a gun,
Remember, we shall remember.

Now many a battle has been fought and won,
Many a home has lost a son,
Long Kesh’s gates shall soon be undone,
Remember, we shall remember.

The UFF and the SAS
Assassinations at their best,
Innocent people they put ot their deaths,
Remember, we shall remember.

Daithi O’Connell we honour your name,
Those British patrols you put them to shame,
For Stormont’s downfall you were to blame,
Remember, we shall remember.

So put your faith in the Provos, put your faith in the brave,
Put your faith in the Provos and Ireland shall be saved.

A late entry for Best Thread of 2010 from TASE here - great work mate.

Anyway, this is one I like to sing at family get togethers and parties in general :

I’ve sung so many songs of fallen heroes
I really thought that I had said it all
But if a song can fill our hearts and raise our spirits
Then I’ll sing about our martyrs at Loughgall,
When the Irish nation bowed its head in sorrow
Such sadness as this country’s seldom known
For Monaghan has lost a gallant soldier
With seven Volunteers from green Tyrone

Oh England do you really think its over
If you do you’re going to have to kill us all
For until you take your murderers out of Ireland
Then we will make them rue the blood spill at Loughgall

It was on a warm and misty Friday evening
The scent of apple blossom filled the air
That village street seemed quiet and deserted
But hidden eyes were watching everywhere,
The digger bomb had only reached its target
The trap was sprung and gunfire filled the air
The SAS did not want any prisoners
“Shoot to kill!” their orders were quite clear

Oh England do you really think its over
If you do you’re going to have to kill us all
For until you take your murderers out of Ireland
Then we will make them rue the blood spill at Loughgall

They butchered eight brave volunteers that evening
They were kicked and punched in case they were not dead
They dragged their bodies up and down that village
And filled their bodies full of British lead
Did you think that it would teach us all a lesson
As such savagery the whole world was appalled
Don’t you know that there’s twenty more men waiting
For everyone you butchered at Loughgall

Oh England do you really think its over
If you do you’re going to have to kill us all
For until you take your murderers out of Ireland
Then we will make them rue the blood spill at Loughgall

Farewell Paddy Kelly and Jim Lynagh
No more you’ll lead your fighting unit forth
Side by side with Pádraig McKearney and Tony Gormaley
You died to drive the British from the north
Declan Arthurs and the youthful Seamus Donnelly
On that night you were the youngest of them all
With Gerry O’Callaghan and the gallant Eugene Kelly
Oh your blood still stains the pavements at Loughgall

Oh England do you really think its over
If you do you’re going to have to kill us all
For until you take your murderers out of Ireland
Then we will make them rue the blood spill at Loughgall

I went to see a legend just the other night
At the Yankee Stadium, underneath the lights.

And I heard an old man speaking after years and years in jail.
His name was Mandela and he came to tell the tale.

Well, the crowd they cheered him loudly, a but then the silence fell
As he spoke about his hard years in a South African cell.

And although he was free, well, his heart was still in pain,
For his country and his people were still a part of the chain.

He said he hoped that he would join us and we’d walk down freedom’s path,
And although these would be hard years, oh, but they would be the last.

And to join hands together so that we might be as one,
And to bring ourselves to the cause so our struggle might be won.

I went home to bed that evening, I fell asleep, and I had a dream.
Well, I dreamt that I was standing there in an Irish field of green.

And all around were headstones of the martyrs of the past.
There I stood in solemn silence, and they spoke to me at last.

“Kevin Barry is my name, I was tortured in a cell.
And they wanted the names of my comrades, oh, but this I would not tell.”

“And I am Roger Casement. I was hanged in London town
For bringing German rifles to the lonely Banna Strand.”

“James Connolly is my name. The working people are my life.
And then they shot me down in Kilmainham Gaol; that’s right.”

“And I am Padraic Pearse. I was shot down by the foe.
For I read the proclamation on the steps of the GPO.”

Well, the last voice that I heard says, "My name is Bobby Sands,
And it’s good to hear Mandela’s voice is ringin’ through our land.

“I want to hear them in Belfast, in Derry and Tyrone.
It’s maybe then those English soldiers will know it’s time to go home.”

I awoke then from my dream. I remembered them all.
And who would believe that they could knock down the Berlin Wall?

And I said, "O Mandela, can this really be?
Maybe now we will see Ireland reunited and free.
Maybe now we will see Ireland reunited and free.

No song about how the Brits made the IRA into loyal Crown subjects?

that wouldnt be a rebel song mate

any songs about how the brits made you into a loyal crown subject?

Glasgow Celtic are rebels :lol: , His majesty’s servant Sir John Reid must be sickened with your attitude

i never had any chance mate. We had BBC, Channel 4 and Channel 5 as kids.

Can we not have one all encompassing thread for any cellic related matters?
This shit is awfully tiresome