Trad songs sung as they should be sung, I cant believe I found this accidentally, ye have drawn a tear from an exile tonight! you sing like your tongues made of silk and your vocal chords are pure gold.. never stop for your inner beauty has made me smile, kudos to ye, tiocfaidh ar la ye rebel ye..
I see commets on this about bein a traveller she should be proud as a pound of what she is.ive never heard this song sang as good no matter traveller or settled u are a true irish angel keep them belting out 26+6=32 a free Ireland one day🇨🇮🇨🇮🇨🇮😜🇨🇮☝️☝️☝️
Love listening to Irish song's when I'm drinking & I'm subsides iv never heard this girl b4 My son Eddie sent it to me tonight & I have to say she is brilliant 100% I could sit all day listening to her & many more good singer's out there Anyways well done girl more power to you Keep it up
awesome loving the voice again make hairs on my neck stand up my dear keep up the amazing work 💙💋💗💋❤💙💋❤❤💚💙✌✋💚❤✋🙋😇💛🙅😂😀😈🙌xxxxxxxxxxxdddddddddddddcccccccccccdddddxxxxxxxx
’m ninety miles from Dublin Town I’m in a H-Block cell To help you understand my plight this story now I’ll tell I’m on the Blanket Protest my efforts must not fail I’m joined by men and women in the Blocks and Armagh Gaol It all began the morning I was dragged to Castlerea And though it was three years ago it seems like yesterday Three days kicked and beaten and then I was forced to sign Confessions that convicted me of deeds that were not mine Sentenced in a Diplock court my protest it began I could not wear that prison gear I became a Blanket Man I’ll not accept your status I’ll not be criminalised That’s the issue in the Blocks for which we give our lives Over there in London how they’d laugh and sneer If they could only make us wear their loathsome prison gear Prisoners of War is what we are and that we will remain The Blanket Protest must not end till our status we regain I’ve been beaten round the romper room because I won’t say sir Frogmarched down the landing and pulled back by the hair I’ve suffered degradation humility and pain My spirit does not falter your torture is in vain I’ve been held in scalding water my skin with deck scrubs torn Scratched and cut from head to foot and thrown out on the floor Suffered mirror searches probed by drunken bears I’ve listened to my comrades’ scream and sob their lonely prayers Now with the news that’s coming in the Protest must not fail We’ve been joined by thirty women across in Armagh Gaol Pay attention Irish men and Irish women too Show the Free State government their silence will not do Though its ninety miles from Dublin it seems so far away It’s like we’re getting more support from the USA Now you’ve heard the story of this living hell Remember ninety miles away I’m in my H-Block cell
Crackin tune my favorite too. Keep er lit Mary. Not forgetting those boys in Portlaoise, Magherberry, and Christine Connor in Hydebank. Also now the 9 on mcfaddens word..
That song was adorable and magic brings out the love affection in your voice also got so much respect for you and those awesomeness songs you made it takes alot too do such lovely things a have so much respect hand on heart hear another token of my appreciation on writing on your playlist songs everyone vote more likes for this one legendary same as all the other legendary up in sky beloved and lost ones there all Angel's 💝💝💝💝✌💙💚💛✌💙💚💛✌💙💚💛✌💙💚💛✌💙💚💛✌💙💚💛✌💙💚💛✌💙💚💛✌💙💚💛✌💙💚💛✌💛💚💙✌💛💚💙✌💛💚💙✌💛💚💙✌💛💚💙✌✌✌✌✌✌✌✌✌✌✌✌✌✌✌✌✌✌✌✌💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜xcxcxcxcxcxcxcxcxcxcxcxcxcxcxcxcxcxccxcxcxcxcxcxvx
A powerful rendition of a sad song. I find Christy hard to listen to. You did the song proud, Fair play. No more political prisoners. Maghaberry and Portlaoise are still doing business. They may be fools but don't forget them when you hear these lyrics.
