You have reached the furthest outskirts
Of Celtic Rebellion & Musical Mutiny
To enjoy the sounds of fine Irish diddly dee
Where the Fenian and the Bushranger congregate
Let’s get together lassie, it’s gonna be a hot date
Where nobody, Peeler or security guard,
Can try to silence
With malice, deception or violence
The mighty Celtic bard,
No way, Jose
Those begrudgers can’t pull our card
They know our Fenian fire
Will leave them charred.
Join us, fellow Fenians,
In the Insurgent Outback,
We’ll have a grand hooley
And the finest of craic
Beyond the Pale with the Bronx Gael
Together, brother and sister
We will never fail
Beyond the humdrum of a poxy pub without good rum
Or a jealous girlfriend who refuses to dance,
Think positive, so don’t look askance
It’s our last chance,
To take a stance, we’ll celebrate together
With Fenian romance
On that ceilidh dance floor
Shaking it to that Paddy Prole Beat,
Manouvering just beneath the radar
To avoid the Federal heat
No surrender is our musical war cry
We shall never accept defeat –
No peelers, no scabs, no West Brit or lackey
Can impede this Rebel rhythm
Not even Obama or Fat Cat Putaki
No Coppers or Federales
Can silence this music
Or Turn it into a swan song
Or a Fenian finale !
Nobody gonna tell us to pack it in and move on
No !
The only movin’ and groovin’
Gonna be on the Radio Rebel Gael dance floor
So join the Hibernian Hooley, my peoples
Don’t be another Corporate Whore
Because this soiree is gonna be of a musical nature,
A Fenian feature, an insurgent Celtic creature
So get down, get up
Rise to that Rebel rhythm
We stand for a United Ireland
Not Brit sponsored schism
So get off that sofa, don’t be a lofa
My paddy proletarian chums
Instead of marching in line
Let’s boogie woogie to that Ceilidh drum
Don’t be a corporate flunkie
Think for yourself
Don’t let the System corrupt you,
With their empty promises and ill-gained wealth,
Instead, give a big time holla
To the men and women
Who wear the blue colla
And remember the fallen
And those who sacrificed their freedom
For National Liberation
They shine like emerald gems
In the darkness of evening
No matter the place or situation
So let’s celebrate their victories
And mourn of their losses
And load the armalite and AK47
Against the Rule of Gold,
Petty Tyrants and Fraudulent Bosses
Let’s toast to the miner
To the single mother
Let’s drink to the Liberator
To the revolutionary brother
Let’s dance to a rock n’ reel revolt
And a new dawn for working peoples
To a Socialist Republic, A Nation of Equals
Where the poor aren’t thrown on the streets,
When they can’t pay their bills
(Not run by a capitalist tyrant who’s stuffed to the gills)
A just society of compassion and freedom and love
Not another Banana Republic
Governed by the Iron Fist in Velvet Glove
Let’s herald a New Glorious Fenian Dawn
Where the people aren’t automatons, glued to their TV and obsessed with their lawns
Where working class celebration is a daily routine
And discussions on revolutionary politics is never obscene
Where the songs of the street keep us all humming
And there’s always the echo of Kaitlin Houlihan’s Ceilidh croon
(beneath a full moon)
And banjo strumming
Here at the Rebel Tavern we’re imbibing intoxicating sounds
We keep our chin up
Nobody gonna get us down
We got musical featured creatures
Not many Preachers, but a few Teachers and Beseechers
So shake your money maker, Colleen
You damn heartbreaker
Let this Celtic boogie
Rouse you from those bleechers !
The Subversive Sound of Celtic Rebellion & Musical Mutiny !
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