Oh my 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
And I loved 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
Oh but all my young ambition
Met with bitterness and hate
I soon found myself inside a prison gate

And you dare to call me a terrorist
While you look down your gun
When I think of all the deeds that you have done -
You have plundered many nations
Divided many lands
You have terrorized their people
You ruled with an iron hand
And you brought this reign of terror to my land

Through the 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
And so one faithful morning
I shook bold freedom's hand
For right or wrong I tried to free my land

Then one cold October's morning
I was trapped in the lion's den
And 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 damn
Oh but now I am a saddened man
I've watched my comrades die
If only people cared or wondered why

Oh 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 your courage be the same
And I pray to god my life was not in vain

And though sad and bitter was the year of 1981
All was not lost, but it's still there to be won

Yeh!!!! Thats the bestest idea since sliced bread.



What wass sliced bread the bestest idea since?

Hi Grant, welcome to the forum.

>Finally, the guys side of the story. We always hear "the rules" from
>the female side. Now here are the rules from the male side. These are
>our rules!
>
>1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it
>down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining
>about you leaving it down.
>
>2. Sunday = sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of
>the tides.Let it be.
>
>3. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think
>of it that way.
>
>4. Crying is blackmail.
>
>5. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle
>hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work!
>Just say it!
>
>6. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every
>question.
>
>7. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it.
>That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.
>
>8. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a
>doctor.
>
>9. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.
>In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days.
>
>10. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.
>
>11. If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of
>the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.
>
>12. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you
>want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do
>it yourself.
>
>13. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say
>during commercials.
>
>14. Christopher Columbus did not need directions and neither do
>we.
>
>15. ALL men see in only 16 colours, like Windows default
>settings.Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a colour. Pumpkin is also a
>fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.
>
>16. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.
>
>17. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act
>like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth
>the hassle.
>
>18. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an
>answer you don't want to hear.
>
>19. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear
>is fine. Really.
>
>20. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are
>prepared to discuss such topics as football, the merits of a good pub,
>or girls..
>
>21. You have enough clothes.
>
>22. You have too many shoes.
>
>23. I am in shape. Round is a shape.
>
>24. Thank you for reading this; Yes, I know, I have to sleep on
>the couch tonight, but did you know men really don't mind that, it's
>like camping.

And also. The 2nd to 5th letters of Britain spell Rita!!!

I've been to two wakes.

My grans and my friends gran.

No outrageous tales tho.

Happy Birthday belarus.

you've already got one ya tit :lol:


Patricks been celebrating St. Patricks day a little too early

I love snow but its only snowed twice this winter. :(

Happy Birthday lads.

By main you mean it makes up over 75% of your BBQ sauce :lol:

Eat fuckin TONNES of toast and drink GALLONS of milk before goin out drinkin. Then if you do get a hangover, Irn Bru cures all ailments.

Sorry.....what?

:blink: Buckfast :wacko:

Welcome to the both of you.




Hmmm....the female population is growing.

B)

Yeah, you should have kept your silence ... :lol: :P

Eire Og get my vote.

*cocks gun and aims* :D

Fuck me, mate. Theres millions of class songs.

Aidan MacAnespie
Boys of Wexford
Willie and Danny
People Own M.P
Irish Soldier Laddie
H-Block Song
Some Say The Devil Is Dead
Crossmaglen
Ten Brave Men
Tom Williams
Plastic Bullets
No Time For Love
Something Inside So Strong
This Land is Your Land
Back Home in Derry
Black & Tans
James Connolly
The Rifles of The I.R.A.
The Town I Love So Well
McIllhatton
Terrorist or Dreamer
Broad, Black Brimmer
Ballad of Roger Casement
Merry Ploughboy / Auf Weidersehn to Crossmaglen / Tiocfaidh Ar La
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Pearse Jordan
Tom Williams
Let the People Sing /
Take it Down From the Mast / This Land is Your Land
Bring Them Home
Boys of the Old Brigade / Crumlin Road Jail
Joe McDonnell
Sean South / Roll of Honour / Go on Home
S.A.M. Song
Soldiers Song

A 747 was starting its descent and the pilot had forgotten to turn off the P.A. system.

''As soon as I clock off'' he said, ''I'm going to have a nice cold beer and then screw the arse off that blonde flight attendant.'' The horrified flight attendant made a dash toward the cockpit, but tripped over in the aisle.

A little old lady sitting there whispered, ''There's no need to hurry love, he said he was going to have a beer first.''

lmao!

lock me up

2 + 2 = 5

Welcome DreamWeaver.

Hope you enjoy posting here.

Rag on me for bringing up the name spelling, but dont argue any of the other points.


Sense that you've lost yet?

I was imitating Lancashires searching thru eighteen months of posts and bringing one up.

I was making up an example :ph34r: