| I have been a Provo now for 15 years or more
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| With armalites and motorbombs I thought I knew the score
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| But now we have a weapon, we’ve never used before
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| The Brits are looking worried — and their going to worry more!
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| Tiocfaidh Ar La, sing Up the 'RA
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| SAM missiles, in the sky
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| I started off with petrol bomb and throwing bricks and stones
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| With a 100 more lads like me I never was along
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| But soon and learned that bricks and stones won’t drive the Brits away
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| It wasn’t very long before, I joined the IRA
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| Then there came Internment in the year of '71
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| The Brits thought we were beaten that we were on the run
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| On that early August morning they kicked’in our back door
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| But for every man they took away, they missed a hundred more
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| I spent eight years in the cages, I had time to think and plan
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| For though they locked away a boy, I walked out a man
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| And there’s only one thing that I learned will in their cell I lay
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| The Brits will never leave us, until their blown away!
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| All through the days of Hunger strike I watched my comrades die
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| While in the streets of Belfast you could hear the women cry
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| I can’t forget the massacre that Friday at Loughgall
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| I salute my fallen comrades, as I watch the choppers fall
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| (Grazie a James per questo testo) |