'Merica
- Battle of New Orleans
In eighteen-fourteen we took a little trip. Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip'. We took a little bacon and we took a little beans. And we caught the bloody British in the town of New Orleans. We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'. There wasn't as many as there was a while ago. We fired once more and they began to runnin'. On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.
'Merica
- Union Dixie
Way down south in the land of traitors, rattlesnakes, and alligators, right away. Come away. Right Away. Come away. Where cotton's king and men are chattels, Union boys will win the battles. Right away. Come away. Right away. Come away. We'll all go down to Dixie. Away, away. Each Dixie boy must understand that he must find his Uncle Sam. Away, away, we'll all go down to Dixie.
Padraig Pearse
- The Rebel (pt 3)
And I have reddened for it. Reddened for that they have served, they who should be free. Reddened for that they have gone in want while others have been full. Reddened for that they have walked in fear of lawyers and their jailors, with their writs of summons and their handcuffs... Men mean and cruel. I could have borne stripes on my body, rather than this shame of my people.
Padraig Pearse
- The Rebel (pt 2)
I that have never submitted. I that have vision, and prophecy, and the gift of fiery speech. I that have spoken with God on the top of his holy hill. And because I am of the people, I understand the people. I am sorrowful with their sorrow, I am hungry with their desire. My heart has been heavy with the grief of mothers, my eyes have been wet with the tears of children. I have yearned with old whistful men and laughed and cursed with the young men. Their shame is my shame.
Padraig Pearse
- The Rebel
I am come of the seed of the people. The people that sorrow. Who have no treasure but hope, no riches laid up, but a memory of an ancient glory. My mother bore me in bondage, in bondage my mother was born. I am of the blood of serfs. The children with whom I have played, the men and women with whom I have eaten, have had masters over them. Have been under the lash of masters, and though gentle, have served churls. I am flesh of the flesh of these lowly. I am bone of their bone.
Bobby Sands
- Rhythm of Time (Pt 4)
It is found in every blade of hope. It knows no bounds nor space. It has risen in red, and black, and white, it is there in every race. It lies in the hearts of heroes dead, it screams in tyrants' eyes. It has reached the peaks of mountains high and come soaring 'cross the skies. It lights the dark of this prison cell. It thunders forth its might. It is the undauntable thought my friend... that thought that says I'm right.
Bobby Sands
- Rhythm of Time (Pt. 3)
It smiled in holy innocence before conquistadors of old. So meek, and tame, and unaware of the deathly power of gold. It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets and stormed the old Bastille. And it marched upon the serpent's head, and crushed it 'neath its heel. It died in blood on buffalo plains and starved by moons of rain. Its heart was buried at Wounded Knee, but it will come to rise again.
Bobby Sands
- Rhythm of Time (Pt. 2)
It wept by the waters of Babylon, and when all men were a loss, it screeched in writhing agony as it hung bleeding from the cross. It died in Rome by lion and sword in defiant, cruel array, when the deathly word was Spartacus along the Oppian Way. It marched with Watt the Tyler's poor, and frightened lord and king. And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare, is e'er a living thing?
Bobby Sands
- Rhythm of Time (Pt. 1)
There's an inner thing in every man. Do you know this thing my friend? It has withstood the blows of a million years and will do so 'till the end. It was born when time did not exist and it grew up out of life. And it cut down evil's strangling vines like a slashing, searing knife. It lit fires when fires were not and it burnt the minds of men, tempering leaden hearts to steel from the time that time began.
