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letra de up the rebels dance medley - the wolfe tones

here’s up the rebels (the rebels, the rebels)
(the rebels, the rebels, the rebels, the rebels, the rebels)
here’s up the rebels, get back our teddy’s head
our face and tail are all our own, but our brains are foreign-led

on the outskirts of europe, in the atlantic so fair
there’s a country called old ireland that looks like a teddy bear
it’s an island that’s split in two, with the border in our head
our face and tail are all our own, but our brains are foreign-led
so it’s here’s up the rebels, get back our teddy’s head
our face and tail are all our own, but our brains are foreign-led

our face is over in donegal, our brains are in belfast
our arms outstretch in galway for our friends as they go past
our hair is in the north coast, in derry, antrim, down
i’m sure this head would be better off without the bl–dy crown

so it’s here’s up the rebels, get back our teddy’s head
our face and tail are all our own, but our brains are foreign-led

our backbone’s on the east coast, from dublin to dundalk
our legs and feet in kerry, they have shoes that never walked
our backside’s from cork to wexford, our heart is in midlands
we’re facing towards america, with our ass to england

so it’s here’s up the rebels, get back our teddy’s head
our face and tail are all our own, but our brains are foreign-led

(sean south from garryowen)

was on a dreary new year’s eve as the shades of night came down
a lorry load of volunteers approached the border town
there were men from dublin and from cork, fermanagh and tyrone
and the leader was a limerick man, seán south from garryowen
no more he will hear the seagulls cry o’er the murmuring shannon tide
for he fell beneath that orange sky, brave hanlon by his side
they have gone to join the gallant band of plunkett, pe-rs- and tone
a martyr for old ireland, was south from garryowen

([?] aboard, the helicopter song!)

and it’s up like a bird, it’s over the city
three men are missing, i heard the warder cry
it must have been a bird that flew into the prison
or one of these new ministers, says
the warder in the ‘joy

early one morning, as the branch men, they were sleeping
a little helicopter flew across the sky
down into the yard where some prisoners were walking
“get ready for inspection,” says the warder in mountjoy

down in the yard, through the pushing and the shoving
three of the prisoners climbed upon the bird
up and away, they went into the grey skies
“i think there’s someone escaping,” says
the warder in the ‘joy
and it’s up like a bird, it’s over the city
three men are missing, i heard the warder cry
it must have been a bird that flew into the prison
or one of these new ministers, says
the warder in the ‘joy
(ho!)

when boyhood’s fire was in my blood, i read of ancient freemen
for greece and rome, who bravely stood three hundred men and freemen
and there i prayed, i yet might see how fetters went in twain
and ireland, long a province, be a nation once again

a nation once again, a nation once again
and ireland, long a province, be a nation once again

(and we’ll give peace and love across the land
let’s join together hand-in-hand
and all the peoples and religions, too
we’ll find the grace in this fair land)

as i grew from boy to man, i bent me to that bidding
the spirit of each selfish plan, with cruel passion ridding
but yet, i hope someday to aid
oh, can such hope be vain?
when my dear country will be made a nation once again

a nation once again, a nation once again
and ireland, long a province, be a nation once again
a nation once again, a nation once again
and ireland, long a province, be a nation once again

- the wolfe tones

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