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Was listening to an Irish band called Flogging Molly when I heard a few lines I thought appropriate to these forums...

 

In his place there grew an angry festered wound

Filled with hatred and remorse

Where I'd pick and scratch till the blood it matched

The silent rage that now fills my lungs

For there are many ways to kill a man they say

With bayonet, axe, or sword

But son, a bullet fired from a shapeless guise

Leaves but the shell of a Thompson gun

 

Walk away me boys, walk away me boys

And by morning we'll be free

Wipe that golden tear from your mother dear

And raise what's left of the flag for me

 

 

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Many years ago I read this prose and quickly memorized it in my youth. I know not the author, but this would seem good time to share it. There is no separating the Irish conflict from our beloved Thompson I fear.

 

 

We’re of to Dublin, in the green, in the green

Where helmets glisten in the sun.

 

Where bayonets flash and rifles crash

To the echo of a Thompson gun.

 

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Ah, tis but the finest of a tune!

 

"THE MERRY PLOUGHBOY (GREEN ON THE GREEN BOY)", Dominic Behan.

 

http://www.azirishmusic.com/songs/86.htm

 

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Well, since we're having a song fest, Halloween is fast approaching and Warren Zevon just checked off the planet;

 

 

Roland searched the continent for the man who'd done him in

He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin

Roland aimed his Thompson gun - he didn't say a word

But he blew Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg

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