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The British rule of Ireland

by @AndrewT

Ye, tho I walk through valley of the shadow of death. U have to stop and question who caused all of this. It was the British that invaded The green white and the gold The empire didn't strike back The empire drew first blood We stole their identity, the vegetation and the land We quashed their language. We Enforced laws from England. Every time they spoke in Irish It was recorded with a necklace chain In school it determined how many time they each got the Caine Who the hell did We think we was when we rounded up the sons. Heavy handed coming though their doors parading our guns Men and boys dragged from bed at night Executed on the street They didn't teach us this at school. sounds like nazi shit to me. We exported all their crops Those who argued had to fight We left them the bogs and potoatos Infested with blight A mass Irish immigration Smuggled out by men from Spain Headed off to the new found land to leave behind the pain. In 1916 they stood up and declared an irish republic state Illegally I might add however bold. britain must have hated it. They took this opportunity in time to give them half a chance While the brits were preoccupied making war down there in France. So ireland were getting brave the final uprising begins With de valera the slimey snake and hero Michael collins Michael collins had had a big presence A towering 6ft man He lead "the squad" of Irishmen To fight the "the Cairo gang" A British special unit His majesties own spies The squad Infiltrated them Licenced to take their lives While the irish public carried on they had the craic n sang Come out and fight me like a man black n tan Egypt branch The declaration of Irish independence England kept the 6 counties they want Devilar was happy as michael collins signed his own death warrant A game of Gaelic football at croke park in 1920 A day gone down in history The call it bloody sunday Dublin and tipperary fans cheered and clapped their hands As empire smashed in through the walls With guns n armoured tanks Unprovoked they opened fire with 14 people killed 100 more injured. Innocent blood spilled I knew none of all of this as I grew up in England. I knew the ira, The Catholics n protestants The ira know where u live is one line I remember Whilst English fans show ignorance when they chant "no surrender" The irish spit and swear and like to explode bombs Warrington and Manchester A little close to home Next you feel Patriotism Make sure you know the facts. One side says they're liberating The other says attcked They say be careful over there don't let them hear u talk In truth they want to know my story and where I'm coming from Now at least you know the facts You decide who's the baddies Mancs n scousers be nice to the irish coz the paddies are your daddies
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44 / M / Salford uk
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44 / M / Salford uk
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Nov 12, 2025
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