Rebel Songbook C-F
Decommissioning
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Cahir O'Doherty
Castle Of Drumboe
Catalpa
Children Of The Dole
Clare's Dragoons
Come Out Ye Black And Tans
Come To The Bower
Connolly Was There
Croppies Lie Down
Croppy Boy,The
Croppy Boy,The
Croppy Boy,The
Dawning Of The Day
Dear Harp Of My Country
Death Before Revenge
Decommissioning
Derry's Streets
Disband The R.U.C.
Drumboe Martyrs
Drumnakilly Ambush,The
Dungannon '57
Dying Rebel,The
Eamon Wright
Erin Go Bragh
Erin's Flag
Ethel Lynch
Extradition Song,The
Faith Of Our Fathers
Fanatic Heart
Father Murphy
Father's Blessing
Fenian Record Player,The
Fenians
Fenians Escape,The
Fenians From Cahirciveen
Fenians Of The Rock
Fields Of Athenry
Fields Of Athenry
Fighting Men Of Crossmaglen
Fire Of Freedom
Flag Of The Fianna
Foggy Dew,The
Follow Me Up To Carlow
For What Died The Sons Of Róisín
Forever In My Mind
Forgotten Hero
Four Green Fields
Free Joe Now
Free The People
Freedom Walk

Decommissioning

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You stand there with your war machine and you preach to us of peace,

But you're the one who points the guns on our city streets,

Do you think that we've forgotten 1969,

When all alone with sticks and stones we had to hold the line,

Booker street or May street and Bloody Sunday too,

Will never reoccur again we firmly promise you,

If our armalites were empty and we'd fired our final shot,

If you called for our surrender we would tell "We will not!"

 

We won't tell you our position when you seek to decommission,

If we don't want to hear any more of your conditions,

We'll not forget what you have done with murder in your heart,

When you took our men and tortured them and tore our homes apart.

You raged across our country in the early morning hours,

Through city streets, through country lanes with tanks and armoured cars,

You left our people bleeding, in prison repressed,

In the dead of the night with military might you put us to the test.

 

Booker street or May street and Bloody Sunday too,

Will never reoccur again we firmly promise you,

If our armalites were empty and we'd fired our final shot,

If you called for our surrender we would tell "We will not!"