Tag: black and tans
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Black and Tans Back
Troop movements Flew them in from the Somme The carrier never slows Upon the mountain roads That stows the troops Stoves the Rhodes colossus of our rebel movement The dizzying slopes. Upon the mountain roads What’s moving shoot What’s shining loot What’s that ticking In the truck boot Roger Casement armed me Brand new Irish…
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Eight Hundred Give Or Take
The Irish man, he of the Glen We are bogmade not of Fen To us a tree is a crown, and a road sounds like a cow When you want it done shout anois, they’ll know you want it now Liza’s ladies and her quisling spymasters, lorecrackers and invisible inkers Crossed finger across table winkers…
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