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Amoured cars and tanks and guns
Took the bodhráns off our sons
Took their baters, turned them into
Men Behind The Wire

Through the little streets of Sligo
In the hours of early morn
Freestate soldiers came marauding
Wrecking little homes with scorn
"Where's your bodhrán, Cathy Jordan?"
"Give us thon oul' hoorin' drum!"
"Grab thon bater off her, Paddy,
Kick her up her wiggly bum!"

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Not for them a judge or jury
Nor indeed a proper crime
Jus' because they bate a bodhrán
In a session lots of times
But roun' the world the truth will echo
Everywhere a drum is bate
Those who drum must drum for justice
Ensuring they escape our fate

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