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Paddy Public Enemy No.1
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Padraic Pearse
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Páid O'Donoghue
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Pat O'Donnell
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Patriot Game,The
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Patsy O'Hara
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Pearse Jordan
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Peatbog Soldiers,The
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Peeler And The Goat,The
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People's Own M.P,The
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Pick Up Your Rifle
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Plastic Bullets
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Prisoner's Anthem,The
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Protestant Men
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Provo Birdie
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Provos Lullaby,The
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Rambler From Clare
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Rapparee,The
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Rebel,The
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Rebel Heart
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Rebel's Sermon,The
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Recruiting Seargant,The
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Reverend Doctor,The
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Reverend Willie McCrae
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Rifles Of The I.R.A.
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Right Will Conquer Might
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Rising Of The Moon
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Rock On Rockall
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Roddy McCorley
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Roddy McCorley
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Roddy McCorley
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Roll Of Honour
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Rory O'More
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Rouse,Hibernians
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Rubber Bullets
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The first of my courtship that ever was known, I straight took my way
to the County Tyrone; Where among the pretty fair maids they used me well there And they called me the stranger, and
the Rambler from Clare.
'Twas then I enlisted in the town of Fermoy But with so many masters I could not comply,
I deserted next morning, the truth I declare And for Limerick town started the Rambler from Clare.
I then
took my way to the town of Tralee Where I fell a-courting young Sally Magee I first gained her favor and then left
her there So now they're in search of the Rambler from Clare.
When like a deserter my case to bewail I was
captured and taken in the town of Rathkale; Then off to headquarters I had to repair And in the Black Hole lay the
Rambler from Clare.
I took off my hat and I made a low bow, In hopes that the Colonel would pardon me now, The
pardon he gave me was hard and severe 'Twas "Bind him! Confine him! He's the Rambler from Clare."
My poor innocent
mother got a woeful surprise And my loving brother his shouts reached the skies. "Brave boys," said my father, "Your
arms now prepare To bring me my darling, the Rambler from Clare."
'Twas then we assembled in harmonious throng
With our guns on our shoulders, we were ten thousand strong, The firing began with our boys in the rear We broke
the gaol doors and took the Rambler from Clare.
We marched along then through the Barony of Forth Where some of
our heroes lay in camp before The firing began, and I can't tell you where But our chief commander was the Rambler
from Clare.
Now that I've got the title of a United man I cannot stay home in my own native land So off to
America I must quickly repair And leave all my friends in the sweet County Clare.
Farewell to my comrades wherever
they be Likewise to my sweetheart, young Sally Magee Our ship she is ready and the wind it blows fair He is gone,
God be with him, the Rambler from Clare.
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