1. |
We are Glorious
03:22
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In my heart there lies my country
In my blood my country's flag
No foe I fear when called to fall in
and defend it from attack
We shall be victorious
We are glorious; we are glorious
We shall be victorious
We are glorious; we are glorious
We, good people, stand together
facing forward and with pride
proclaim our faith in truth and justice,
freedom, liberty, worldwide
We shall be victorious
We are glorious; we are glorious
We shall be victorious
We are glorious; we are glorious
We believe in one true nation
guaranteeing respect for all
and no one will be left behind
should they be struck down, weak or fall
Arm in arm we stand together
love of country in our song
knowing that we strive for better
In God we Trust what's right from wrong
We shall be victorious
We are glorious; we are glorious
We shall be victorious
We are glorious; we are glorious
We shall be victorious
We are glorious; we are glorious
We shall be victorious
We are glorious; we are glorious
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2. |
When I go to Scotland
03:03
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The Black Watch, the scotch and the heather
Loch Ness, the Lowlands, the weather
The bonny lasses all dancing together
when I go to Scotland
The great walls of Edinburgh castle
The North Sea, the golf and the thistle
The many places where I'll wet my whistle
When I go to Scotland
The woods and wildlife up in the Highlands
The blue sea surrounding the islands
The men in kilts and the women in wild dance
When I go to Scotland
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3. |
Rising St. George
02:19
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Once more onto the breach,
dear friends, once more
or close the wall up with our English dead
and teach them how to war.
And you, good yeomen,
whose limbs were made in England
show us here the mettle of your pasture;
let us swear that you are worth your breeding;
which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base
that hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips
straining upon the start.
The game's afoot;
Follow your spirit and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harry, England and St. George'
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4. |
I Believe
04:32
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I believe, just as John (Lennon)
preached all love to everyone
that all mankind turn bomb and gun
against the one (who)
put out the sun
I believe we have no choice.
The human race must raise its voice
to be heard against the one (who)
put out the sun
Allahla-la-la-la-la-la-la
Allahla-la-la-la-la-la-la
Allahla-la-la-la-la-la-la
against the one (who)
put out the sun
I believe we as men
must band together now and then
and turn the gun against the one (who)
put out the sun
I believe that in time
the caveman will be in decline
but until then lets beat the drum
against the one (who)
put out the sun
[chorus]
I believe, for all that,
there are those who won't combat
and drive the sword against the one (who)
put out the sun
I believe that we may
combine our strengths to win the day
with what's begun against the one (who)
put out the sun
[chorus]
I believe no other way
can bring the peace
our children say most every day
when games we play against the one [who]
put out the sun
[chorus]
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5. |
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Why
I don’t know why
I don’t know why Tommy Robinson hangs high
We the people see the truth
In what’s been done
Tommy held up facts that brought
The Marshall’s gun
Should have been a good old chap
Not the type to spit and snap
When the baddies burnt his homestead down
So why
I don’t know why
I don’t know why
Tommy Robinson hangs high
Why just one guy
Is simply singled out by state and left to fry
His little horse with heart he rode
across the plain
Shooting out his six guns
in his family name
Didn’t mean to kill at all
He told the judge
That he stood tall
When the posse put his ass in jail
The truth laid bare
The judge had heard
But no one cared at all
So why
I don’t know why
I don’t know why
Tommy Robinson hangs high
Why just one guy
Is simply singled out by state and left to fry
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6. |
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Come on the Green White and Orange
The nation's goin' bananas
Slippin' upon their snot dead drunk
off Stephens Green
But we're the Green White and Orange
and every woman and man has
beat in his breast at heart we're the best
We're a world class team
Oh diddly i dee di di
diddly i dee di
Oh diddly i dee di di
diddly i dee di
Oh diddly i dee di di
diddly i dee di
Come on Ireland, Come on Ireland
The team in green's a lean machine and all prepared to seal the dream and pass the ball to one and all to place
The Irish zest to stand the test and do or die they will not rest when under threat to what's best to save it
Kelly, Foley, Westwood, too
Given and Gibson, both Man (Wh)u?
Duff and O'Dea, Tracey and Greene
Are some of the men of the great Irish team
[chorus]
From grass to court in every sport the will to win will not abort the mind of every fibre of their being
With ball or bat or brain or mat or horse and cart where arse is sat the competition cries out to their being
Munster Ulster Connaught, too, Bod the God the men in blue O'Gara's boot what a dream
Just some of the men of the great Irish team
[chorus]
From grass to court in every sport the will to win will not abort the mind of every fibre of our being
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7. |
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I was born in the country
I was born in the country of Wales
Where my Momma and daddy before me
worked in the mines and the rails
We drew all our water from rivers
and lived in a trailer nearby
We lived off the fruits of the forest
in order to help us get by
Then we heard the sad story
the world was preparing to end
and soon all the people were burning
which left us with barely a friend
We travelled around for some distance
met any humans at all
which left just facing our silence
with hardly the faith to go on.
We left that ground as we found
and headed our own way back home
knowing that no one could help us
that we'd have to go it alone.
We journeyed back home to the country
back home to the country of Wales
where we pulled up the drawbridge behind us
and sixty on tell the tales.
Yes, i was born in the country
I was born in the country of Wales
where my Momma and daddy before me
worked in the mines and the rails...
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8. |
Silent Hymn 9/11
04:13
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9. |
I am not a number
02:22
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10. |
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Come on the Green White and Orange
The nation's goin' bananas
Slippin' upon their snot dead drunk
off Stephens Green
But we're the Green White and Orange
and every woman and man has
beat in his breast at heart we're the best
We're a world class team
Oh diddly i dee di di
diddly i dee di
Oh diddly i dee di di
diddly i dee di
Oh diddly i dee di di
diddly i dee di
Come on Ireland, Come on Ireland
The team in green's a lean machine and all prepared to seal the dream and pass the ball to one and all to place
The Irish zest to stand the test and do or die they will not rest when under threat to what's best to save it
Kelly, Foley, Westwood, too
Given and Gibson, both Man (Wh)u?
Duff and O'Dea, Tracey and Greene
Are some of the men of the great Irish team
[chorus]
From grass to court in every sport the will to win will not abort the mind of every fibre of their being
With ball or bat or brain or mat or horse and cart where arse is sat the competition cries out to their being
Munster Ulster Connaught, too, Bod the God the men in blue O'Gara's boot what a dream
Just some of the men of the great Irish team
[chorus]
From grass to court in every sport the will to win will not abort the mind of every fibre of our being
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11. |
Brexit - Theresa May
02:46
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Theresa May
the mp's say
why don't you just f-f-fade away
and let us stay, Theresa May.
Theresa May
the hell you say
my deal's the best one.
anyway
(it's) the price we'll pay
I'm Theresa - da geezer - May
Theresa May
(it's) not a play
we'll lose the lot
while you're okay
Theresa, my Lady, May
Theresa May
the people say
you're of no use
so go away
we'll vote you down
and make you pay
Theresa - da geezer - May
Theresa May
's not okay
(that) everything that you do and say
is not okay
Theresa May
Theresa May
(I've) gotta play
then you lie
but it's not okay
what you say
a-a-away
Theresa - da geezer - May
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12. |
Marching China
03:42
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Martin Browne London, UK
Songwriter/Composer expressing thoughts of life as I live through them. Looking for artists to raise to another level. Left alone, I have recorded them as best I can.
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