BOOZE & RIOTS

Go on home British soldiers, go on home Have you got no bloody homes of your own   For 800 years we've fought you without fear And we'll 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 bloody 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 bloody 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 Throughout ou...

Sauf des mouchards et des gendarmes, On ne voit plus par les chemins, Que des vieillards tristes en larmes, Des veuves et des orphelins. Paris suinte la misère,  Les heureux mêmes sont tremblant. La mode est aux conseils de guerre,  Et les pavés sont tous sanglants.   REFRAIN Oui mais! Ça branle dans le manche, Les mauvais jours finiront. Et gare! à la revanche, Quand tous les pauvres s'y mettront. Quand tous les pauvres s'y mettront. Les journaux de l'ex-préfecture, Les flibustiers, les gens tarés, Les parvenus par l'aventure, Les complaisants, les décorés Gens de Bourse et de coin de rues, Amants de filles au rebut, Grouillent comme un tas de verrues,  Sur les cadavres des vaincus.  REFRAIN Oui mais! Ça branle dans le manche, Les mauvais jours finiront. Et gare! à la revanche, Quand tous les pauvres s'y mettront. Quand tous les pauvres s'y mettront. On traque, on enchaîne, on fusille Tout ceux qu'on ramasse au hasard. La mère...

REFRAIN 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 a-running Wrecking little homes with scorn Hear the sobs of crying children Dragging fathers from their bed Watch the scene as helpless mothers Watch the blood fall from their head REFRAIN Armoured cars and tanks and guns Came to take away our sons But every man must stand behind The men behind the wire Not for them a judge and jury Or indeed a crime at all But being Irish means they'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 REFRAIN Armoured cars and tanks and guns Came to take away our sons But every man must stand behind The men behind the wire

In Dublin’s fair city Where the girls are so pretty I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone As she wheeled her wheel-barrow Through the streets broad and narrow Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!” REFRAIN “Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh” Crying “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh” She was a fishmonger And sure ’twas no wonder For so were her father and the mother before And they wheeled their barrow Through the streets broad and narrow Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!” REFRAIN “Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh” Crying “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh” She died of a fever And sure no one could save her And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone Now her ghost wheels her barrow Through the streets broad and narrow Crying, “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!” REFRAIN “Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh” Crying “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh” “Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh” Crying “Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh”  

I found my love by the gasworks croft Dreamed a dream by the old canal Kissed my girl by the factory wall REFRAIN Dirty old town,   dirty old town   I heard a siren from the docks Saw a train set the night on fire Smelled the spring on the smoky wind   REFRAIN Dirty old town,   Dirty old town   Clouds are floating across the moon Cats are prowling upon their beat Spring's a girl in the streets at night REFRAIN Dirty old town,  Dirty old town I'm going to make a good sharp axe Shining steel tempered in the fire We'll chop you down like an old dead tree REFRAIN Dirty old town,  Dirty old town

B La ballade nord Irlandaise Boys on the docks La butte rouge   C C'est pas l'homme qui prend la mer City of New Orleans / Salut les amoureux Come out ye Black and Tans Country Roads D Dirty old town EN    Drunken sailor F Fairytale of New York Fields of Athenry G Galway girl Go on home, British soldiers  Grace Green fields of France I The Irish Rover J Jimmy Joe McDonnell  K Kilkelly L The leaving of Liverpool M Manu Man from the daily mail Marche à l'ombre The men behind the wire Molly Malone (EN)    O Ordinary man On lâche rien   S Sally MacLenane San Francisco Sans la nommer  Santiano FR/EN Schooldays over Some say the devil is dead La semaine sanglante   T This land is your land W  Whiskey in the Jar Wild mountain thyme Wild rover  Y Ye jacobites

Du fond de ma cité HLM Jusque dans ta campagne profonde Notre réalité est la même Et partout la révolte gronde Dans ce monde on avait pas notre place On avait pas la gueule de l'emploi On est pas né dans un palace On avait pas la CB à papa SDF, chômeur, ouvriers Paysans, immigré, sans papiers Ils ont voulu nous diviser Faut dire qu'ils y sont arrivés Tant que c'était chacun pour sa gueule Leur système pouvait prospérer Mais fallait bien qu'un jour on se réveille Et qu'les têtes s'remettent à tomber On lâche rien, on lâche rien On lâche rien, on lâche rien On lâche rien (wallou) On lâche rien (wallou) On lâche rien, on lâche rien Ils nous parlaient d'égalité Et comme des cons on les a crus Démocratie ? Fais-moi marrer ! Si c'était le cas on l'aurait su Que pèse notre bulletin de vote Face à la loi du marché C'est con mes chers compatriotes Mais on s'est bien fait baiser Que pèsent les droits de l'homme Face à la vente d'un Airbus Au fo...