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Favourite Rebel Songs

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'Twas down by Brannigan's Corner, one morning I did stray

I met a fellow rebel, and to me he did say

"We've orders from the captain to assemble at Dunbar

But how are we to get there, without a motor car?"

 

"Oh, Barney dear, be of good cheer, I'll tell you what we'll do

The specials they are plentiful, the I.R.A. are few

We'll send a wire to Johnson to meet us at Stranlar

And we'll give the boys a bloody good ride in Johnson's Motor Car

 

When doctor Johnson heard the news he soon put on his shoes

He says this is an urgent case, there is no time to lose

He then put on his castor hat and on his breast a star

You could hear the din all through Glenfin of Johnson's Motor Car

 

But when he got to the railway bridge, some rebels he saw there

Old Johnson knew the game was up, for at him they did stare

He said "I have a permit, to travel near and far"

"To hell with your English permit, we want your motor car"

 

"What will my local brethren think, when they hear the news

My car it has been commandeered, by the rebels at Dunluce"

"We'll give you a receipt for it, all signed by Captain Barr

And when Ireland gets her freedom, boy, you'll get your motor car"

 

Well we put that car in motion and filled it to the brim

With guns and bayonets shining which made old Johnson grim

And Barney hoisted a Sínn Fein flag, and it fluttered like a star

And we gave three cheers for the I.R.A. and Johnson's Motor Car

 

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The boy from Tamlaghtduff

 

As I walked through the Glenshane Pass I heard a young girl mourn

'The boy form Tamlaghtduff 'she cried 'is two years dead and gone'

How my heart is torn apart this young man to lose

Oh I'll never see the likes again of my young Francis Hughes

For many years his exploits were a thorn in Englands side

The hills and glens became his home there he used to hide

Once when they surrounded him he quietly slipped away

Like a fox he went to ground and kept the dogs at bay

Moving round the countryside he often made the news

But they could never lay their hands on my brave Francis Hughes

Finally they wounded him and captured him at last

From the countryside he loved they took him to Belfast

Oh from Musgrave Park to the Crumlin Road and then to an H-Block cell

He went straight on the blanket then on hungerstrike as well

His will to win they could never break no matter what they tried

He fought them every day he lived and he fought them as he died

As I walked through the Glenshane Pass I heard a young girl mourn

'The boy form Tamlaghtduff 'she cried 'is two years dead and gone'

How my heart is torn apart this young man to lose

Oh I'll never see the likes again of my young Francis Hughes

 

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