>>175099825
>>175099889
O Lord our God arise

>>175099991
SCATTER HER ENEMIES

>>175100079
>>175100182
AND MAKE THEM FALL

>>175100226
Confound their politics

FRUSTRATE THEIR KNAVISH TRICKS

>>175100330
FRUSTRATE THEIR KNAVISH TRICKS

Обоссал и убил вашу семью

>>175100538
GOD SAVE US ALL

FECKK UU FECKIN FECK

EIREEEE


UP THE RA

>>175100634
On her be pleased to pour

THIOCHFAIDH AR LA

>>175100726
>>175100706
>>175100638
>>175100685
>>175100607
>>175100564
>>175100501

>>175100786
можно с вами?

ЕБАЛ ВЕСЬ РОД БРЕТОНСКИЙ НА СПИНЕ ФИННА И КУХУЛИНА

Soldiers are we,
whose lives are pledged to Ireland,
Some have come
from a land beyond the wave,
Sworn to be free,
no more our ancient sireland,
Shall shelter the despot or the slave.

Le gean ar Ghaeil, chun báis nó saoil,
Le gunna scréach faoi lámhach na bpiléar,
Seo libh canaídh amhrán na bhfiann!

ЕБАЛ МАТЬ КОРОЛЯ ГЕОРГА НА СПИНЕ ЕЩЕ НЕ РОДИВШЕЙСЯ ЕЛИЗАВЕТКИ

As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I
There Armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound its dread tattoo
But the Angelus Bell o’er the Liffey's swell rang out through the foggy dew

>>175101621
VELIKOBRITANIA*

Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud-El-Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia’s Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew

>>175101708
слышь, шлюха британская, а ну убрала свои грязные ноги с части моего острова, пока я не выеб тебя во все щели на спине Шотландии. О, да, дрочи мой shillelagh себе в рот, я знаю тв любишь зелёный чай, шлюшка

Oh the night fell black, and the rifles' crack made perfidious Albion reel
In the leaden rain, seven tongues of flame did shine o’er the lines of steel
By each shining blade a prayer was said, that to Ireland her sons be true
But when morning broke, still the war flag shook out its folds in the foggy dew

Twas England bade our wild geese go, that «small nations might be free»;
Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves or the fringe of the great North Sea.
Oh, had they died by Pearse’s side or fought with Cathal Brugha!
Their graves we’d keep where the Fenianssleep, 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew.

Oh the bravest fell, and the Requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide in the spring time of the year
And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few,
Who bore the fight that freedom’s light might shine through the foggy dew

As back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see no more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew.

’Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhardo bé ár gcreach tú bheith i ngéibhinndo dhúiche bhreá i seilbh meirleach's tú díolta leis na Gallaibh.

Óró, sé do bheatha bhaile
óró, sé do bheatha bhaile
óró, sé do bheatha bhaile
anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.

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That Seat of Science Athens,
And Earth's great Mistress Rome,
Where now are all their Glories,
We scarce can find their Tomb;
Then guard your Rights, Americans!
Nor stoop to lawless Sway,
Oppose, oppose, oppose, oppose,
My brave America!