Come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra

Come tell us how you slew them old Arabs two by two
Like Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows
How bravely you faced one with your sixteen-pounder gun
And you’ve frightened them damn natives to the marrow

Come let us hear you tell how you slandered brave Parnell
When you thought him well and truly persecuted
Where are your sneers and jeers that you loudly let us hear
When our leaders of ‘16 were executed

Now the time is coming fast and I think them days are here
When each yeoman will be cast aside before us
And if there be a need, im sure our kids will sing god speed
With a verse or two of singing this fine chorus

Come Out Ye Black & Tans

The Wolfe Tones (Hauptdarsteller). Shanachie 1972, MP3-Download, € 0,84

Come Out Ye Black And Tans

Bill Craig (Hauptdarsteller). Emerald Music 2010, MP3-Download, € 0,77

Oh son, I loved my native land
With energy and pride
Till a blight came o’er all my crops;
And my sheep and cattle died
The rent and taxes were to pay,
And I could not them redeem
And that’s the cruel reason
Why I left old Skibereen.

’tis well I do remember
That bleak November day
When the bailiff and the landlord came
To drive us all away
They set the roof on fire
With their cursed English spleen
And that’s another reason
I left old Skibereen

O, your mother too, God rest her soul,
Fell on the snowy ground
She fainted in her anguishing
Seeing the desolation ’round
She never rose but passed away
From life to immortal dreams
And that’s another reason
I left old Skibereen

O, you were only two years old
And feeble was your frame
I could not leave you with my friends
For you bore your father’s name
I wrapped you in my cóta mór
At the dead of the night unseen
I heaved a sigh and bade goodbye
To dear old Skibereen.

Oh father dear, and the day will come
When on vengeance we will call
All Irish men both stout and tall
Will rally on to the call
I’ll be the man to lead the band
Beneath the flag of green
And loud and high, we’ll raise the cry,
Revenge for Skibereen!

Beautiful Cork

Various Artists (Hauptdarsteller). Arran Records 2009, MP3-Download, € 8,99

Skibereen

The Wolfe Tones (Hauptdarsteller). Shanachie 1991, MP3-Download, € 0,84

And it’s [G] lend me ten pounds and I’ll buy you a [D] drink
And [G] mother wake me [D] early in the [e] morning

At the time I was working for a landlord
And he was the meanest bastard that you have ever seen
And to lose a single penny would grieve him awful sore
And he was a miserable bollocks and a bitch’s bastard’s whore

I recall we took care of him one Sunday
We got him out the back and we broke his fucking balls
And maybe that was dreaming and maybe that was real
But all I know is I left that place without a penny or fuck all

And now I’ve the most charming of verandas
I sit and watch the junkies, the drunks, the pimps, the whores
Five green bottles sitting on the floor
And I wish to Christ, I wish to Christ that I had fifteen more

The boys and me are drunk and looking for you
We’ll eat your frigging entrails and we won’t give a damn
Me daddy was a blue shirt and my mother a madam
And my brother earned his medals at Mai Lei in Vietnam

On the first day of March it was raining
It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen
Stay on the other side of the road ’cause you can never tell
We’ve a thirst like a gang of devils, we’re the boys of the county hell

The Ultimate Collection (with Bonus disc Live At The Brixton Academy)

The Pogues (Hauptdarsteller). Rhino Atlantic 2005, MP3-Download, € 18,99

In a cradle of coal in the darkness I was laid, go down!
Down in the dirt and darkness I was raised, go down!
Cut me teeth on a five-foot timber
Held up the roof with my little finger
Started me time away in the mine, go down!

On the day that I was born I was six feet tall, go down!
And the very next day I learned the way to haul, go down!
On the third day worked at board and piller
Worked on the fourth as a long-wall filler
Getting me steam up, hewing the seam, go down!

I’m the son of the son of the son of a collier’s son, go down!
Coal dust runs in the veins where the blood should run, go down!
Five steel ribs and an iron backbone
Teeth that can bite through rock and blackstone
Working me time, away in the mine, go down!

Three hundred years I hewed at the coal by hand, go down!
In the pits of Durham and East Northumberland, go down!
Been gassed and burned and blown asunder
Buried more times than I can number
Getting the coal, away in the hole, go down!

I’ve scrabbled and picked at the face where the roof was low, go down!
Crawled in the seams where only a mole could go, go down!
In the thin-cut seams I’ve ripped and redded
Where even the rats are born bow-legged
Winning the coal, away in the hole, go down!

I’ve worked in the Hutton, the Plessey, the Brockwell Seam, go down!
The Bensham, the Busty, the Beaumont, the Marshall Green, go down!
I’ve lain on me back in the old three-quarter
Up to the chin in stinking water
Hewing the coal, away in the hole, go down!

In the northern pits I’ve sweated and earned me pay, go down!
Toiled in the worn-out drift mines night and day, go down!
Where the anthracite is hard and shining
I’ve tried me hand at the hard-rock mining
I dug me a hole away in the coal, go down!

Out of the dirt and darkness I was born, go down!
Out of the hard black coal-face I was torn, go down!
Lived in the shade of the high pit heap
I’m still down there where the seams are deep
Digging a hole, away in the coal, go down!

Did you learn to dream in the morning?
Abandon dreams in the afternoon?
Wait without hope in the evening?
Did you stand there in the traces and let ‘em feed you lies?
Did you trail along behind them wearing blinkers on your eyes?
Did you kiss the foot that kicked you, did you thank them for  their scorn?
Did you ask for their forgiveness for the act of being born,  act of being born, act of being born?

Did you alter the face of the city?
Make any change in the world you found?
Or did you observe all the warnings?
Did you read the trespass notices, did you keep off the grass?
Did you shuffle up the pavements just to let your betters pass?
Did you learn to keep your mouth shut, were you seen but never heard?
Did you learn to be obedient and jump to at a word,  jump to at a word, jump to at a word?

Did you demand any answers?
The who and the what and the reason why?
Did you ever question the setup?
Did you stand aside and let ‘em choose while you took second best?
Did you let ‘em skim the cream off and give to you the rest?
Did you settle for the shoddy and did you think it right
To let ‘em rob you right and left and never make a fight,
never make a fight, never make a fight?

What did you learn in the morning?
How much did you know in the afternoon?
Were you content in the evening?
Did they teach you how to question when you were at the school?
Did the factory help you, were you the maker or the tool?
Did the place where you were living enrich your life and then
Did you reach some understanding of all your fellow men,  all your fellow men, all your fellow men?

Ballad Of Accounting

Ewan MacColl (Hauptdarsteller). Cooking Vinyl 1990, MP3-Download, € 0,77

Black & White

Ewan Maccoll. Cooking Vinyl (Indigo) 1990, Audio CD, € 6,08

Sings the Songs of Ewan Mccoll

Paddy Reilly. Celtic 2000, Audio CD, € 16,15

Downe in yonder greene field,
There lies a Knight slain under his shield
His hounds they lie downe at his feete
So well do they their Master keepe

His Hawkes they flie so eagerly
There is no fowle dare near him nie
Downe there comes a fallow Doe
As great with young as she might goe

She lifted up his bloody head
And kissed his wounds that were so red
She got him up upon her backe
And carried him to the earthen lake

She buried him before the prime
Was dead her self ere even-song time
God send every gentleman
Such hawkes, such hounds, and such a Leman

Leave us be, British solders, leave us be
We’re fed up with your lies and tyranny
It’s now your turn to run, it’s us who have the guns
Take a trip and leave us while you may

If you stay, British soldiers, if you stay,
You’ll never ever beat the IRA
The fourteen men in Derry are the last that you will bury
So take a trip and leave us while you may

We’re not British, we’re not Saxon, we’re not English
We’re Irish and proud we are to be
So fuck your union jack – we want our country back
We want to see old Ireland free once more

Well we’re fighting British soldiers for the cause
We’ll never bow to soldiers because
Throughout our history we were born to be free
So get out, British soldiers, leave us be.

Go On Home British Soldiers

Derek Warfield (Hauptdarsteller). Kells Music 2009, MP3-Download, € 0,84

Go On Home British Soldier

Three Men in Kilts (Hauptdarsteller). Deez’ Reel Records 2008, MP3-Download, € 0,77

Im a [a] sailor man from Glasgow town I’ve [G] roamed this world around and round
He’s the [a] meanest thing that I have found in all me [G] days of [a] wandering

And [a] I could see his evil eyes but [G] then he took me by surprise
[a] Take me to your paradise I want to [G] see the [a] jungle

Here we [C] go again, we’re on the [G] road again
Were on the [a] road again, we’re on our way to [G] paradise
We love the [C] jungle deep, that’s where the [G] lion sleeps
For then those [a] evil eyes they have no place in [G] paradise

[a] Graffiti on the wall just as the sun was going down
I see [G] Graffiti on the wall – up the celts, up the celts
[a] Graffiti on the wall it says we’re magic, we’re magic
[G] Graffiti on the wall, graffiti on the [a] wall

And it says [a] ooh [G] ah [a] up the [G] RA say ooh ah up the [a] RA

We went through  each jungle deep, for the paradise that we did seek
‘Twas no trip for the weak, we’re waltzing with the natives

From the Amazon to Borneo from Africa to Tokyo
To the darkest jungles of the world, but no where could I lose him

Around in circles every way he turned to me and he did say
I think your leading me astray I want your soul me boyo

Celtic Symphony

The Wolfetones (Hauptdarsteller). Celtic Collections 2007, MP3-Download,

Celtic Symphony [+10 Bonus]

the Wolfe Tones. Celtic (Megaphon Music) 2005, Audio CD, € 21,93

And it’s [C] oh, [e] dear [D] me, what am [G] I gonna dee
Sally stole away me heart com[D]pletely
And I’ll [G] never get it back, for she [C] gans with mister [G] Black
And they [C] say he’s going to [a] marry Sally [D] Wheat[G]ley

Now I ne’er saw such a lass
And I know she likes her glass
She could toss a pot of whiskey over neatly
Now it’s right to take a drop
When you know just when to stop
That was just the very way with Sally Wheatley

How I felt I didn’t know
The first time I Sally saw
In a threesome reel she hopped about so neatly
Well I might have had a chance
If I asked her up to dance
But I was over shy to speak to Sally Wheatley

Now he must have made it right
When he took her home that night
‘Cause after work, dressed up, he goes to see her nightly
There’s great danger in delay
Or I wouldn’t be sad today
If I had me heart to break for Sally Wheatley

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(alternativ kann auch C benutzt werden)

With me [d] too-ry-ay
[C] Fol-de-diddle-day
Di-re fol-de-diddle
Dai-rie [d] oh.

And will you come to me mother’s house,
When the sun is shining clearly
I’ll open the door and I’ll let you in
And divil ‘o one would hear us.

So I went to her house in the middle of the night
When the moon was shining clearly
She opened the door and she let me in
And divil the one did hear us.

She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And she led him to the stable
Saying “There’s plenty of oats for a soldier’s horse,
To eat it if he’s able.”

Then she took me by the lily-white hand
And she led me to the table
Saying “There’s plenty of wine for a soldier boy,
To drink it if you’re able.”

Then I got up and made the bed
And I made it nice and aisy
Then I got up and laid her down
Saying “Lassie, are you able?”

And there we lay till the break of day
And divil a one did hear us
Then I arose and put on me clothes
Saying “Lassie, I must leave you.”

And when will you return again
And when will we get married
When broken shells make Christmas bells
We might well get married

Who Are You, My Pretty Fair Maid?

Joe Heaney (Hauptdarsteller). Topic 2006, MP3-Download, € 0,84