crocodileman wrote:Well Celtic, usually I'd say you're wrong, but it seems to me that you've got your foot firmly planted up Beaussie's arse! Therefore, you've got my support on this one.
Anyone who hates Poms can't be all bad - the worst imperialists in the history of mankind. They should be facing the International Court of Justice for crimes against humanity over the last 4 centuries (at least) and as far as I'm concerned, 50 odd deaths from the London Bombings is just a good start!
Welcome Celtic, but watch Beaussie! He lies!
i hate the british simple as son, but there can be no justification
for the london bombings. yes the english bastards should be draged
through the mud and made to stand trial for all the pain, suffering and grief they have caused us for the last 800 years.
PADRAIG PEARSE
In Dublin town in nineteen sixteen a flame of freedom did arise
A group of men with determination caught an empire by surprise
Through the streets our men were marching
They rallied with their hopes and fears
And the End the boys came searching for their leader Padraig Pearse
Chorus:
The poet and the Irish rebel a Gaelic scholar and a visionary
We gave to him no fitting tribute
When Ireland's at peace only that can be
When Ireland a nation, united and free
On Easter morn he faced the nation from the steps of the G.P.O
And read aloud the proclamation, the seed of nationhood to sow
But soon the word had spread to London of an insurrection there at hand
And the deeds of Padraic Pearse was set about to free his land
For five long days the battle rages, for five long nights the battle wore
We will watch as Dublin City blazes and see our men fall through the floor
No Ireland's proud of her effort for her cause we fought with pride
But to save more life and to save our city, we make our peace with McFainis cried
Kilmainham Jail in 1916, they brought young Pearse
to his death cell and they tried him as a lovely person
to shoot this man who dared to rebel
He only tried to free his country of the shackles of 800 years
When dawn did break on that May morning
they shot our Leader Padraic Pearse
Men Behind The Wire
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 firmly on their way
Never fear never falter
Till the boys are home to stay
WE WILL NEVER SURRENDER TO THE BRITISH
Pop that cap! 
