(You'll Never Beat The Irish)
[Verse]
In 1167, they came to Ireland on the make,
Followed by invasions and by conquests in their wake,
The Kings and Queens of England made our land a battleground,
Kept the land by fraud, defeat, poison, murder, and deceit!

[Hook]
Murder, plunder, Faugh a Ballagh, clear the way,
Cheating, stealing, diddly-idel-day,
Ducking, diving, Faugh a Ballagh, clear the way,
Diddly-aidel-doh, diddly-aidel-day.

[Verse]
Then by the fifteenth century they held precariously to the Pale,
The invaders were more Irish than the Irish, that's the tale,
A fat greedy king, called Henry's dick was bigger than his brain,
Forced a reformation, confiscating usurpation!

[Chorus]
And you'll never beat the Irish, no matter what you'll do,
Oh, you could put us down and keep us out but we'll come back again,
You'll know we are the fighting Irish and we'll fight until the end,
You'll know, you should have known, you'll never beat the Irish.

[Hook]
Murder, plunder, Faugh a Ballagh, clear the way,
Cheating, stealing, diddly-idel-day,
Ducking, diving, Faugh a Ballagh, clear the way,
Diddly-aidel-doh, diddly-aidel-day.

[Hook]
Murder, plunder, Faugh a Ballagh, clear the way,
Cheating, stealing, diddly-idel-day,
Ducking, diving, Faugh a Ballagh, clear the way,
Diddly-aidel-doh, diddly-aidel-day.

(Seán South Of Garryowen)
[Intro]
Sad are the homes round Garryowen,
Since lost their joy and pride,
And the banshee's cry is heard on every vale,
Along the Shannonside.

That city of the ancient walls,
The broken treaty stone,
Undying fame surrounds your name,
Seán South from Garryowen.

[Verse]
Twas on a dreary New Year's Eve as the shades of night came down,
A lorry load of volunteers approached the border town,
There were men from Dublin and from Cork, Fermanagh and Tyrone,
And their leader was a Limerick man, Seán South from Garryowen.

(The Broad Black Brimmer)
[Verse]
There's a uniform that's hanging in what's known as father's room,
A uniform so simple in its style,
It's got no braid of gold or silk, no hat with feathered plume,
Yet me mother has preserved it all the while.

One day she made me try it on, a wish of mine for years,
"In memory of your father, dear", she said,
And when I put the Sam Browne on, she was smiling through her tears,
She placed the broad black brimmer on me head.

[Chorus]
It's just a broad black brimmer, ribbons frayed and torn,
By the careless whisk of manys a mountain breeze,
An old trench coat that's all battle-stained and worn,
And breeches almost threadbare at the knees.

A Sam Browne belt with a buckle big and strong,
And a holster that's been empty manys a day, (But not for long!)
But when men claim Ireland's freedom, the one she'll choose to lead them,
Will wear the broad black brimmer of the IRA.

(Celtic Symphony)
[Intro]
Do, do, do, do, do...,
Do, do, do, do, do...,
Do, do, do, do, do...,
Do, do, do, do, do....

[Verse]
Far across the sea,
When the devil got a hold of me,
He wouldn't set me free,
He kept me soul for ransom,
Na, na, na, na, na....

I'm a sailor man from Glasgow town,
I roamed the world around and round,
The meanest thing that I have found,
In all me days of wandering,
Na, na, na, na, na....

I could see his evil eyes,
Then he took me by surprise,
"Take me to your Paradise,
I want to see the Jungle",
Na, na, na, na, na....

[Pre-Chorus]
Here we go again, we're on the road again,
We're on the road again, we're on our way to Paradise,
We love the Jungle deep, that's where the lion sleeps,
For them, those evil eyes, they have no place in paradise,

[Chorus]
Graffiti on the wall, says, "The sun was going down",
Graffiti on the wall, up the Celts, up the Celts,
Graffiti on the wall, it says, "We're magic, we're magic",
Graffiti on the wall, I see graffiti on the wall,
It says,
Ooh, ah, up the RA, say ooh, ah, up the RA!
Ooh, ah, up the RA, say ooh, ah, up the RA!
Ooh, ah, up the RA, say ooh, ah, up the RA!
Ooh, ah, up the RA, say ooh, ah, up the RA!
Ooh, ah, up the RA, say ooh, ah, up the RA!
Ooh, ah, up the RA, say ooh, ah, up the RA!.