The Troubles Album

Artist(s): Wolfe Tones

Tracklist

This Is the Day

length: 3:53

The Patriot Game

length: 3:47

The Song of Partition

length: 3:23

Children of Fear

length: 4:15

Sunday Bloody Sunday

length: 4:11
composer: Adam Clayton, Larry Mullen, Jr., Bono, The Edge
lyricist: Bono
Well it was Sunday bloody Sunday
When they shot the people there
The cries of thirteen martyrs
Filled the Free Derry air
Is there any one amongst you
Dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was bleeding
When they nailed the coffin lids!

Sunday bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!

You claim to be majority
Well you know that it's a lie
You're really a minority
On this sweet emerald isle
When Stormont bans our marches
They've got a lot to learn
Internment is no answer
It's those mothers' turn to burn!

Sunday bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!

Sunday bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!

You Anglo pigs and Scotties
Sent to colonize the North
You wave your ****ing Union Jack
And you know what it's worth!
How dare you hold to ransom
A people proud and free
Keep Ireland for the Irish
Turn the British back to sea!

Sunday bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!

Well, it's always bloody Sunday
In the concentration camps
Keep Falls Road free forever
From the bloody English hands
Repatriate to Britain
All of you who call it home
Leave Ireland to the Irish
Not for London or for Rome!

Sunday bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!

Sunday bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!

Sunday bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!

Sunday bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!

Plastic Bullets

length: 5:11
So you (Am)divided up my (G)land
Six counties stayed in (C)England's (D)hand
(G)So you take my (C)home
But you (G)cannot take my (D)mind
Then you (Am)tried to keep me (G)down
With your tanks and guns in my (C)streets and (D)towns
And you (G)shoot your plastic (C)bullets
To (D)keep your plastic (G)state

Chorus:
In (G)Ireland's (D)troubled (G)land
Each (C)decade (D)brings its (G)rebel (D)band
And (G)forces (C)of the (G)crown
They (D)try to bring them (D7)down
But the (G)flowers will (D)bloom a(G)gain
And the (C)people (D)they will (G)rise a(D)gain
And (G)then you (C)shot him (G)down
So (D)all the world could (G)see

Does it matter how you kill
You make the rules it is your will
But let your plastic bullets
To kill it's all the same
Oh I could not believe my eyes
You took those young lads by surprise
The way you shot them down
That day in Derry town

Chorus

Oh some justice we did seek
A place for all to live in peace
An island in the sea
Where people could be free
But you can not be proud
The way you shot him to that ground
A nightmare you shot them down
That night in Belfast town

Chorus

Then shoot me, shoot me down
Because I make my colours known
And I heard the mercy cry
Where people in fear do lie
In anger then he ran
With the banner stick all in his hand
And then you shot him down
And all the world could see

Chorus

The (G)day you (C)shot Séan (G)Dowd
That (D)day in Belfast (G)town

The Men Behind the Wire

length: 2:01
Armoured cars and tanks and guns
Came to take away our sons
But every man must stand behind
The men behind the wire

Through the little streets of Belfast
In the dark of early morn
British soldiers came marauding
Wrecking little homes with scorn

Heedless of the crying children
Cragging fathers from their beds
Beating sons while helpless mothers
Watched the blood poor from their heads

Not for them a judge and jury
Nor indeed a trial at all
But being Irish means you´re guilty
So we´re guilty one and all

Round the world the truth will echo
Cromwell´s men are here again
England´s name again is sullied
In the eyes of honest men.

Proud we march behind our banner
Firm we´ll stand behind our men
We will have them free to help us
Build a nation once again

On the people step together
Proudly march on their way
Never fear never falter
Till the boys are home to stay

The Lough Sheelin Eviction

length: 5:13
Collected and Arranged: The Wolfe Tones

Chorus by B.Warfield

Farewell my Country a Long farewell

My tale of anguish no tongue can tell

For I'm forced to fly o'er the ocean wide

from the home I love by Lough Sheelin side.

How proud was I of my girl so mfair

I was envied most by the young men there

When I brought her back a bashful bride

To my cottage home by Lough Sheelin side.



Chorus:

Farewell my love a fond adieu

Farewell my comrades and my country too

For I'm forced to fly o'er the ocean wide

From the home I love by Lough Sheelin side.



But all our joys were too good to last

for the Landlord came our young hopes to blast

In vain we pleaded for mercy no

He hurled us out in the blinding snow.

The no one opened for us their door

For ill-felt vengeance would reach them sure

My Eileen fainted in my arms and died

On that snowy night by Lough Sheelin side.



Chorus



I buried her down in the churchyard low

Where in the springtime the wild flowers grow

I shed no tears for my tongue felt dry

On that fearful night by Lough Sheelin side.

Farewell my country farewell all day

The ship will soon take me far away

But oh my fond heart would sooner bide

Near my Eileen's grave by Lough Sheelin side.

Chorus

Go on Home British Soldiers

length: 2:53
lyricist: Tommy Skelly
Go on home British Soldiers Go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we've fought you without fear
And we will fight you for 800 more

If you stay British Soldiers If you stay
You'll never ever beat the IRA
For the 14 men in Derry
Are the last that you will bury
So take a tip And leave us bloody be

So Go on home British Soldiers Go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we've fought you without fear
And we will fight you for 800 more

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

So Go on home British Soldiers Go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we've fought you without fear
And we will fight you for 800 more

We'll fight them British Soldiers for the cause
We'll never bow to Soldiers because
Troughout our history We were born to be free
So geo out British bastards leave us be

So Go on home British Soldiers Go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we've fought you without fear
And we will fight you for 800 more

Go on home British Soldiers Go on home
Have you got no fucking homes of your own
For 800 years we've fought you without fear
And we will fight you for 800 more

Danny Boy (The Derry Air)

length: 3:13

Star of the County Down

length: 2:42
lyricist: Cathal McGarvey
composer: [traditional]

Near Banbridge Town in the county down one morning last July

Down a boarding green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by
She looked so sweet in her two bare feet
To the fringe of her nut-brown hair
Young Rosee McCann from the banks of the Bann;
She's the star of the County down
Refrain: From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay, from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I have seen like the fairy colleen that I met in the county down

As she onward sped sure I scratched my head
And I looked with a feeling rare:
"Ay" says, says I to a passer-by
"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
And he smiled at me and he says, says he: "that's the gem if an Irelands crown!"
It's Rosee McCann from the banks of the Bann - she's the star of the county down
Refrain

At the harvest fair she'll be surely there and I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
With my shoes shone bright and my hat upright for a smile from my nut-brown rose
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke, till my plough was a rust-coloured brown
'Till a smiling bride by my own fireside is the star of the county down
Refrain (2x)

In Belfast

length: 5:24

Up the Border

length: 1:53
Up The Border

Oh, then Basil Brugha's me name, with me orange sash I came
For to beat me drum on the twelfth day of july
And the English queen and crown I'll never let them down
‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry.

Now beyond in USA you'll no longer hear them say
For president no papish need apply
For in Belafst there is no hope for a man they call the Pope
‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry.

Though were're born in Ireland we must try to understand
That we all like to be English when we die.
Even heaven would be dull i fit hadn't got John Bull
‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry.

‚Oh, then Basil be a dear,' said the wife to me one year
‚To paper up the kitchen you must try.'
So I got some sticky glue, put up red, white and blue
‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry.

Now I have some empty bags and I'll fill them up with f__s
I'll buy them down in Dublin on the sly
And the customs men I'll hook, for me name is Basil Brugha.
‚Up the Border, keep the border!', is me cry.

If Sinn Fein give me their spell sure Belfast can go to hell
And the border will be blown up to the sky.

The Green Glens of Antrim

length: 3:11
Far across yonder blue lies a true fairy land
With the sea rippling over the shingle and sand
Where the gay honeysuckle is luring the bee
And the green glens of Antrim are calling to me

If only you knew how the lamp of the moon
Turns a blue irish bay to a silver lagoon
You'd imagine the picture of heaven it would be
Where the green glens of Antrim are calling to me

Soon I hope to return to my own Cushendall
'Tis the one place for me that can outshine them all
Sure I know ev'ry stone I recall every tree
Where the green glens of Antrim are calling to me

I would halt at a cabin close down by the shore
And I'd knock with my heart at that wee cabin door
While the sun showered gold in the lap of the sea
And the green glens of Antrim were smiling at me

If only you knew how the lamp of the moon
Turns a blue irish bay to a silver lagoon
You'd imagine the picture of heaven it would be
Where the green glens of Antrim are calling to me

Now, I'd be where the people are simple and kind
And there's one there for me who's been on my mind
And I'd pray that the world would in peace let me be
Where the green glens of antrim are heaven to me

If only you knew how the lamp of the moon
Turns a blue irish bay to a silver lagoon
You'd imagine the picture of heaven it would be
Where the green glens of Antrim are calling to me

The Old Orange Flute

length: 2:27

The Old Brigade Dance Medley: The Old Brigade / On the One Road / The Broad Black Brimmer / Celtic Symphony

length: 6:06

Lament for the Lost

length: 3:22

We Shall Overcome

length: 3:34

You'll Never Beat the Irish, Part III

length: 3:56

Tyrone

length: 3:57

Must Ireland Divided Be

length: 3:58

Song of Liberty

length: 2:44
Stand beside me for peace and for liberty
For freedoms denied to many nations.
With sad emotions ,for borders that run through these lands
In the hope that with justice and peace all will be free.

Free the earth of weapons of war, of death and destruction,
Should the strong deny the weak when it's justice we seek for all.
With sad emotion for people of these troubled lands
And the hope that all nations at war will find peace

For united we stand,
Linking our hands throughout this world
Making chains of love that won't be broken.
We are singing this song,
Knowing our heart cannot be wrong
With the love of all struggling people
For I hate to see children crying

We must stop all their sorrow and dying.
Stand beside me for peace and for liberty
With the hope that all nations at war will find peace
It's a wish that our lands will find justice with peace
We will sing you this song,
Just for you liberty , liberty , liberty

The Orange and the Green

length: 2:24
Songwriter: Anthony Murphy

Oh, my father was an Ulster man, proud Protestant was he;
My mother was a Catholic and from County Cork was she.
They were married in two churches, and lived happily enough;
Until the day that I was born, and things got rather tough.

Baptized by Father Reilly, I was rushed away by car
To be made a little Orangeman, my father's shining star.
I was christened David Anthony, but still in spite of that,
To my father I was Billy while my mother called me Pat.

Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen
My father was an Orangeman, my mother she was Green.

Now, with mother every Sunday to Mass I'd proudly stroll,
And after that the Orange lads would try to save my soul.
And both sides tried to claim me but I was smart because
I'd play the flute or play the harp depending where I was.

And when I'd sing those rebel songs, much to my mother's joy,
My father would jump up and say, "Look here, come here me boy!
That's quite enough of that, lad," he'd toss me o'er a coin,
He'd have me sing "The Orange Flute" and "The Heroes of the Boyne."

Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen,
My father was an Orangeman, my mother she was Green.

One day my ma's relations came 'round to visit me,
Just as my father's kinfolk were sitting down to tea;
We tried to smooth things over; they all began to fight,
And me being strictly neutral, I kicked everyone in sight.

My parents never could agree about my type of school,
My learning was all done at home; that's why I'm such a fool.
They've both passed on, God rest them, but I was left between
That awful color problem of the Orange and the Green

Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen
My father was an Orangeman, my mother she was Green.

Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen
My father was an Orangeman, my mother she was Green.

Long Kesh

length: 3:20
Long Kesh

There's[G] a place just[C] outside[G] Lisburn
It's a place that's[D] known to[G] few
Where a[C] group of[D] Irish re[G]bels
Are[C] held by[D] Faulkner's[G] crew
They are forced to[D] live in[G] cages
Like the inmates[D] of Belle[G]vue
But the sperit of[D] 19[G]16
Will always[D] see them[G] through

The men in this vile place
They come from far and near
Some from the Derry Bogside
And Omagh town so near
And some of them from Belfast
From the markets and the Falls
From the narrow streets of Ardoyne
And all around Tyrone

On that black day in August
When Faulkner showed his hand
He thought that by internment
He could break our gallant band
But the boys from Ballymurphy
How they showed the way that night
How they thaught those English soldiers
How Irish men could fight

Long Kesh it's known to everyone
The system must be broke
Ardoyne the New Lodge and the Falls
Will see the system choke
No more the special powers act
The means will envoke
And Long Kesh will be the U stone
Of which the system's broke

A word now Irish people
No matter where you are
Remember our brave rebels
In Long Kesh this year
And by civil disobeience
Or any other way
We'll make a stand until the day
Each one of them are free

The Sash Me Father Wore

length: 3:21

Fermanagh Love Song

length: 4:12

Hills of Glenswilly

length: 3:21

Joe McDonnell

length: 6:50
O me name is Joe McDonnell from
Belfast town I came
That city I will
never see again
For in the town of Belfast
I spent many happy days
I love that town in oh so many ways
For it's there I spent my childhood and found
for me a wife
I then set out to make
for her a life
But all my young ambitions met with bitterness and hate
I soon found myself inside a prison gate

And you dare to call me a terrorist
while you looked down your gun
When I think of all the deeds that you had done
You had plundered many nations divided many lands
You had terrorised their peoples you ruled with an iron hand.
And you brought this reign of terror to my land

Through those many months internment
In the Maidstone and the Maze
I thought about my land throughout those days
Why my country was divided, why I was now in jail
Imprisoned without crime or without trial
And though I love my country I am not a bitter man
I've seen cruelty and injustice at first hand
So then one fateful morning I shook bold freedom's hand
For right or wrong I'd try to free my land
And you dare to call me a terrorist
while you looked down your gun
When I think of all the deeds that you had done
You had plundered many nations divided many lands
You had terrorised their peoples you ruled with an iron hand.
And you brought this reign of terror to my land

Then one cold October morning trapped in a lion's den
I found myself in prison once again
I was committed to the H-blocks for fourteen years or more
On the Blanket the conditions they were poor
Then a hunger strike we did commence for the dignity of man
But it seemed to me that no one gave a d***
But now, I'm a saddened man I've watched my comrades die
If only people cared or wondered why
And you dare to call me a terrorist
while you looked down your gun
When I think of all the deeds that you had done
You had plundered many nations divided many lands
You had terrorised their peoples you ruled with an iron hand.
And you brought this reign of terror to my land

May God shine on you Bobby Sands
for the courage you have shown
May your glory and your fame be widely known
And Francis Hughes and Ray McCreesh who died unselfishly
And Patsy O Hara and the next in line is me
And those who lie behind me may you're courage be the same
And I pray to God my life is not in vain
Ah but sad and bitter was the year of 1981
For everything I've lost and nothing's won.

County of Armagh

length: 2:38

Guildford Four

length: 3:48

Billy Reid

length: 3:08

Up the Rebels Dance Medley: Teddy Bears Head / Helicopter Song / Sean South / A Nation Once Again

length: 7:47