1. Тhe Celtic Song Hail! Hail! The Celts are here
What the hell do we care
What the hell do we care
Hail! Hail! The Celts are here
And what the hell do we care now
For it's a grand old team to play for
And it's a grand old team to see
And if you know The history
Then it's enough to make your heart go....
We don't care what the animals say
What the hell do we care?
For we only know
That there's gonna be a show
And the Glasgow Celtic will be there.
2. Fields Of Athenry By lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling
Michael they have taken you away
For you stole Trevalions corn, So the young might see the morn
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay
Chorus:
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry
By lonely prison wall, I heard a young man calling
Nothing matters Mary when you're free
Against the famine and the crown, I rebelled, they cut me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity
(Chorus)
By lonely harbour wall, She watched the last star falling
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
For she'll wait in hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
But it's so lonely round the fields of Athenry
(Chorus)
But its so lonely round the fields of Athenry
3. Merry Ploughboy, AKA: Off to Dublin In The Green I am a merry ploughboy and I ploughed the fields all day
'Till a sudden thought came to my mind that I should roam away
For I'm sick and tired of slavery since the day that I was born
And I'm off to join the I.R.A. and I'm off tomorrow morn.
Chorus:
And we're off to Dublin in the green, fuck the queen!
Where the helmets glisten in the sun, in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
To the echo of the Thompson Gun
I'll leave aside my pick and spade and I'll leave aside my plough
I'll leave aside my old grey mare for no more I'll need them now
And I'll take my short revolver and my bandoleer of lead
I'll do or die I can try to avenge my country's dead.
(Chorus)
I'll leave aside my Mary she's the girl I do adore
And I wonder will she think of me when she hears the rifles roar
And when the war is over and old Ireland she is free
I will take her to the church to wed and a rebels wife she'll be.
4. You'll Never Walk Alone Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown...
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone...
5. The Soldier's Song We'll sing a song, a soldier's song, with cheering, rousing chorus
As round our blazing fires we throng, the starry heavens o'er us
Impatient for the coming fight, and as we wait the morning's light
Here in the silence of the night, we'll chant a soldier's song
Chorus:
Soldiers are we, whose lives are pledged to Ireland
Some have come , from the land beyond the wave
Sworn to be free, no more our ancient sireland shall shelter the despot or
the slave
Tonight we man the bearna bhoil, in Erin's cause come woe or weal
'Mid cannons roar and rifles peel, we'll chant a soldiers song
In valley green, on towering crag, our fathers fought before us
And conquered 'neath the same old flag thats proudly floating o'er us
We're childen of a fighting race, who never yet has known disgrace
And as we march the foe to face, we'll chant a soldiers song
6. Boys Of The Old Brigade Oh father why, are you so sad
On this bright Easter morn?
When Irish men are proud and glad
Of the land where they were born
Oh son I see, in memories new
A part of distant days
When being just a lad like you
I joined the IRA
Chorus:
Where are the lads, who stood with me
When history was made?
Oh gro ma chree, I long to see
The boys of the old brigade
From hill and farm, the call to arms
Was heard by one and all
And from down the glens, came brave young men
To answer Irelands call
T'was long ago, we faced the foe
The old brigade and me
And by my side, they fought and died
That Ireland might be free
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And now my boy, I've told you why
On Easter morn I sigh
For I recall, my comrades all
And dark old days gone by
I think of men who fought in the glen
With rifles and grenades
May heaven keep those men who sleep
From the ranks of the old brigade