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st4cks left the game (Removed from match by system)
get a refund
With fugheles son
Oc nu neheth windes blast
And weder strong.
Ei, ei! What this nicht is long
And ich with wel michel wrong
Soregh and murne and fast.
Of armalites And mortar bombs I thought I knew the score
Now we have a weapon We've never used before
The Brits are looking worried,
And they're going to worry more
Tiocfaidh ár lá,
Sing up the ' RA
Ooh, ah, up the ' RA!
Ooh ah up the ' RA!
SAM missiles in the sky...
Well I started out with petrol bombs and throwing bricks and stones
There were a hundred more lads like me I never was alone
Soon I Learned that bricks and stones won't drive the Brits away
It wasn't Very long before (who did I join?)
I joined the IRA!