| Arise, arise, hear th call of the land,
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| To arms, to arms, fight for the foreign threat.
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| Blood, blood, spill our Irish blood,
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| Honour, honour, for freedom we fight.
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| With their knowledge of war and social ideals
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| They set sail for the chaos in Spain.
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| A country divided by political strife,
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| Devastated by political gain.
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| The Irish Brigade were already there,
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| And had far greater numbers than they,
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| They fought for the church that was wholly corrupt,
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| Ans supported the Catholic way.
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| Arise, arise, hear th call of the land,
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| To arms, to arms, fight for the foreign threat.
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| Blood, blood, spill our Irish blood,
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| Honour, honour, for freedom we fight.
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| The column consisted of working men,
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| Led by their leader Frank Ryan.
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| A noble band of 80 souls
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| Faced the firing line
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| Countless died in the searing Spanish heat,
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| At Jarama many Irish men fell.
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| The Republican brothers were in retreat,
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| The threat they could not quell. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Column , by - Cruachan. Song from the album Blood On The Black Robe, in the genre Фолк-метал